Morgul Vale - Minas Morgul
A long-tilted valley, a deep gulf of shadow, ran back far into the mountains.
Upon the further side, some way within the valley's arms,
high on a rocky seat upon the black knees of the Ephel Dûath,
stood the walls and tower of Minas Morgul.
All was dark about it, earth and sky, but it was lit with light.
Not the imprisoned moonlight
welling through the marble walls of Minas Ithil long ago,
Tower of the Moon, fair and radiant in the hollow of the hills.
Paler indeed than the moon ailing in some slow eclipse was the light of it now,
wavering and blowing like a noisome exhalation of decay,
a corpse-light, a light that illuminated nothing.
(from:
The two Towers, page 391-92)
Wide flats lay on either bank, shadowy meads filled with pale white flowers.
Luminous these were too, beautiful and yet horrible of shape,
like the demented forms in an uneasy dream;
and they gave forth a faint sickening charnel-smell;
an odour of rottenness filled the air.
From mead to mead the bridge sprang.
Figures stood there at its head, carven with cunning
in forms human and bestial, but all corrupt and loathsome.
(from:
The two Towers, page 392)
Gandalf:
"Sauron has yet to reveal his deadliest servant...
The one who will lead Mordor's armies in war.
The one they say no living man can kill.
The Witch King of Angmar".
He is the lord of the Nazgûl...
The greatest of the Nine.
Minas Morgul is his Lair."
"Not that way! No, not that way!" whispered Gollum,
but the breath between his teeth seemed to tear the heavy stillness
like a whistle, and he cowered to the ground in terror.
Frodo passed his hand over his brow and wrenched his eyes away
from the city on the hill.
The luminous tower fascinated him, and he fought the desire
that was on him to run up the gleaming road towards its gate.
(from:
The two Towers, page 392)