Jamm, tdod var málið.<br><br>[-Muerte-]Shelob
<i>“In rode the Lord of the Nazgûl. A great black shape against the fires he loomed up, grown to a vast menace of despair. In rode the Lord of the Nazgûl, under the archway that no enemy had yet passed, and all fled before his face.
All save one. There waiting, silent and still in the space before the gate, stood Gandalf upon Shadowfax: Shadowfax, who alone of the free horses of the earth withstood the terror, steadfast as a graven image in Rath Dínen.
'You cannot enter here,' said Gandalf, and the huge shadow halted. ‘Go back to the abyss prepared for you! Go back! Fall into the nothingness that has been prepared for you and your master. Go!’
The Black Rider flung back his hood, and behold! he had a kingly crown, and yet upon no head visible was it set. The red fires shone between it and the mantled shoulders vast and dark. From a mouth unseen came a deadly laughter.
'Old fool!' he said. ‘Old fool! This is my hour. Do you not know Death when you see it? Die now and curse in vain!’ And with that he lifted high his sword and flames ran down the blade.”</i
She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand, like a lizard on a windowpane
Hugi notar vefkökur til að bæta notendaupplifun á vefsíðunni og greina umferð um hana.
Einnig hefur Hugi uppfært persónuverndarstefnu sína.