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They have harnessed the energy of midnight, but the daylight
is coming from afar across Dagorlad and by the marshes of the
dead and stirring, I saw the great light coming. I smelt the mist of
the bile green mountain and the old trees that awoke and creaked
and groaned, from the wilds of a world that sang here no longer.
It touched me, but warily at first, as if from a dream once known
its scent was faint, but brutal as thunder. I did not understand why
I knew what I did, as there was neither trust nor hope left in us.
I thought it was a trick from Minus Morgul come to reveal me.
But I was a silent moat. I allowed that light to enter unnoticed.
