35. Foreboding
It began as a nuisance shudder of foreboding, as if trying to draw his attention away from the easy victory his vastly superior forces were winning. It built into a wave of unceasing dread; so much about this final conflict had not gone according to plan. He was missing something - what was it?
A hoarse cry rang out from the wrong direction, defiant, challenging. What had been dread now became fear, directing protective Nazgul toward the heart of the mountain.
Then came the wave of searing, cleansing flame - and all that had been Sauron scattered to the winds.
A hoarse cry rang out from the wrong direction, defiant, challenging. What had been dread now became fear, directing protective Nazgul toward the heart of the mountain.
Then came the wave of searing, cleansing flame - and all that had been Sauron scattered to the winds.
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