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This is a bit literal, but on the side of my apartment building which my balcony faces (our other side has a nice view of a river, a park and central Sydney) there's an abandoned lot from a failed building project which is extremely Dagorlad/Morannon-like: a waste of rusted metal and great piled-up heaps of blasted stone. When it flooded after a series of recent rains it didn't do much to improve its appearance. It might be in need of being subjected to a time when "the Great Sea should enter in and wash it with oblivion."
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"Since the evening of that day we have journeyed from the shadow of Tol Brandir."
"On foot?" cried Éomer.
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