Rereading Fellowship
“The looked back. Dark yawned the archway of the Gate under the mountian shadow. Faint and far beneath the earth rolled the slow drum-beats: doom. A thin black smoke trailed out. Nothing else to be seen; the dale all around was empty. Doom. Grief at last wholly overcame them, and they wept long : some standing and silent, some cast upon the ground . Doom doom. The drum beats faded .”
-The Bridge of Khazad-dum, Fellowship of the Ring
(Why is the master so masterful …😭😭😭)