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Off the Map’s Edge: The Balrogs
Off the Map’s Edge: The Balrogs
A Rider of Rohan brings back a new-old tale from Mundburg:
Once a white city stood midst circling mountains,
High halls hidden from foe and hurt.
Gondolin the Great, tall tower of Turgon,
With seven gates wrought of gold and silver.
Long the walls lasted till treason took them –
Kinsman of the King, Maeglin the ’curséd.
With drake and worm was their doom wrought,
With fell beast of fire – a Balrog of Morgoth,
Wingéd with smoke, its sword aflame.
The towers trembled ’neath its footfall.
Great was the burning; greater the grieving
So the songs from the South-land tell us.