Never before has anyone dared utter words of that tongue here, in Imladris. A voice was crying, "The doom is near at hand, Isildur's Bane is found."Īsh Nazg Durbatuluk, Ash Nazg Gimbatul, Ash Nazg Thrakatuluk, Agh Burzum-ishi Krimpatul. In a dream, I saw the Eastern sky grow dark. Each race is bound to this fate, this one doom. Middle Earth stands upon the brink of destruction none can escape it. Strangers from distant lands, friends of old, you have been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor. He turned from that path a long time ago. One who could reclaim the throne of Gondor. There's no strength left in the world of Men. It should have ended that day, but evil was allowed to endure. I led Isildur deep into the fires of Mount Doom, where the Ring was forged, the one place it could be destroyed. I was there the day the strength of Men failed. The Blood of Numenor is all but spent, its pride and dignity forgotten. It is in Men that we must place our hope. They care nothing for the troubles of others. Who will you look to when we've gone? The Dwarves? They toil away in caverns, seeking riches. The time of the Elves is over, my people are leaving these shores. This evil belongs to all of Middle-Earth. We do not have the strength to withstand both Mordor and Isengard. This evil cannot be concealed by the power of the Elves. An army that can move in sunlight and cover great distance at speed.
He's breeding an army in the caverns of Isengard. By foul craft, Saruman has crossed Orcs with goblin men. And Saruman, you tell me, has betrayed us. Sauron's forces are massing in the East his eye is fixed on Rivendell. It is a burden he should never have had to bear. He will carry it the rest of his life.Īnd yet, to have come so far, still bearing the Ring, the Hobbit has shown extraordinary resilience to its evil.