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But
about
the
Gate
resistance
still
was
stout
,
and
there
the
knights
of
Dol
Amroth
and
the
hardiest
of
the
garrison
stood
at
bay
.
Shot
and
dart
fell
thick
;
siege-towers
crashed
or
blazed
suddenly
like
torches
.
All
before
the
walls
on
either
side
of
the
Gate
the
ground
was
choked
with
wreck
and
with
bodies
of
the
slain
;
yet
still
driven
as
by
a
madness
more
and
more
came
up
.
Grond
crawled
on
.
Upon
its
housing
no
fire
would
catch
;
and
though
now
and
again
some
great
beast
that
hauled
it
would
go
mad
and
spread
stamping
ruin
among
the
orcs
innumerable
that
guarded
it
,
their
bodies
were
cast
aside
from
its
path
and
others
took
their
place
.
Grond
crawled
on
.
The
drums
rolled
wildly
.
Over
the
hills
of
slain
a
hideous
shape
appeared
:
a
horseman
,
tall
,
hooded
,
cloaked
in
black
.
Slowly
,
trampling
the
fallen
,
he
rode
forth
,
heeding
no
longer
any
dart
.
He
halted
and
held
up
a
long
pale
sword
.
And
as
he
did
so
a
great
fear
fell
on
all
,
defender
and
foe
alike
;
and
the
hands
of
men
drooped
to
their
sides
,
and
no
bow
sang
.
For
a
moment
all
was
still
.
The
drums
rolled
and
rattled
.
With
a
vast
rush
Grond
was
hurled
forward
by
huge
hands
.
It
reached
the
Gate
.
It
swung
.
A
deep
boom
rumbled
through
the
City
like
thunder
running
in
the
clouds
.
But
the
doors
of
iron
and
posts
of
steel
withstood
the
stroke
.
Then
the
Black
Captain
rose
in
his
stirrups
and
cried
aloud
in
a
dreadful
voice
,
speaking
in
some
forgotten
tongue
words
of
power
and
terror
to
rend
both
heart
and
stone
.
Thrice
he
cried
.
Thrice
the
great
ram
boomed
.
And
suddenly
upon
the
last
stroke
the
Gate
of
Gondor
broke
.
As
if
stricken
by
some
blasting
spell
it
burst
asunder
:
there
was
a
flash
of
searing
lightning
,
and
the
doors
tumbled
in
riven
fragments
to
the
ground
.
In
rode
the
Lord
of
the
Nazgûl
.
A
great
black
shape
against
the
fires
beyond
he
loomed
up
,
grown
to
a
vast
menace
of
despair
.
In
rode
the
Lord
of
the
Nazgûl
,
under
the
archway
that
no
enemy
ever
yet
had
passed
,
and
all
fled
before
his
face
.
All
save
one
.
There
waiting
,
silent
and
still
in
the
space
before
the
Gate
,
sat
Gandalf
upon
Shadowfax
:
Shadowfax
who
alone
among
the
free
horses
of
the
earth
endured
the
terror
,
unmoving
,
steadfast
as
a
graven
image
in
Rath
Dínen
.
'
You
can
not
enter
here
,
'
said
Gandalf
,
and
the
huge
shadow
halted
.
'
Go
back
to
the
abyss
prepared
for
you
!
Go
back
!
Fall
into
the
nothingness
that
awaits
you
and
your
Master
.
Go
!
'
