Book/Source: LotR and UT
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They have gone from me; the smoke and ash of their great fire are all that remain here under the encroaching darkness.
The forest at my feet echoes with the rumour of war; the iron-shod horses thunder eastward on the Great Road – tho’ whether to a dawn of hope or the world’s ending none can tell.
Northward I hear the grasses groan ‘neath iron-shod man-beasts, bent on wrack and ruin.
To the south an Eagle spreads his wings, bound for the aerie of his ancestors.
The West Wind bears consolation: The Faithful ones shall return, the voices whisper.