Lotr -

The sound ripped through the fog, bold and bright and utterly, magnificently defiant. Behind him, a hundred tired men lifted their spears. Before him, the hooded shape on the far shore turned its head slowly, as though noticing a fly that had chosen to sting a giant.

And the Anduin ran black.

Above them, the stars winked out one by one, as if snuffed by a cold and patient finger. The sound ripped through the fog, bold and