In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole. It was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.
In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole. It was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.
Iron-wrought by thralls of Sauron™, the Black Gate, a thing of sharp and rigid design, spanned the narrow gap between the mountains that bound Mordor™.
The greatest city of Gondor, the citadel of Minas Tirith is a towering, fortified community built into the side of the White Mountains.
