By the end of the first year, nothing grew on blasted and desecrated ground.
By the end of the first decade, stubborn clumps of grass pockmarked the rubble-strewn landscape.
By the end of three decades, only piles of shattered rock protruded from the carpet of green.
By the end of six decades, clear streams flowed westward toward the Anduin, punctuated occasionally by graceful willows on the banks.
By the end of a century, flowers bloomed and birds once more sang in the branches of the copses that lined the streambeds.
After King Eldarion ascended the throne, Mordor was finally renamed.
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