A spear of stone rose into the upper airs, its jagged crown ever mantled with snow and shrouded in restless cloud. There, upon the peak, stood Durin’s Tower; once sturdy dwarven stone, now cleft by elemental fury, as shadow met light and dark flame was extinguished by storm.
There upon the narrow spine of the mountains, where shadows clung like cobwebs and the wind wailed through black stone, rose the Tower of Cirith Ungol. Hewn in an age of watchfulness by the men of Gondor ™, it had long since fallen into ruin and ruinous purpose, defiled by the hand of the Enemy. Rusted iron crowned its jagged crest; torn banners whispered of ancient honour lost.