... and found bearing down on him a black horse of the type known to bear Ringwraiths, galloping wildly, heedless of Nardol's sword, heedless that an Elf was about to become utterly trampled if he didn't move, conscious of speed alone to save him from remembered blasts of smoke and fire such as had wasted the lands of Mordor and turned all to rubble under his hooves.
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