Part 14 of an incredibly long-winded appreciation of scenery in the Lord of the Rings trilogy x
The Doors of Durin, Lord of Moria. Speak, friend, and enter.
With a terrible cry the Balrog fell forward, and its shadow plunged down and vanished. But even as it fell it swung its whip, and the thongs lashed and curled about the wizard’s knees, dragging him to the brink. He staggered and fell, grasped vainly at the stone, and slid into the abyss. ‘Fly, you fools!’ he cried, and was gone.
Gate of Moria
awesome move, man
The Flame of Udun, The Balrog of Moria, servant of Gothmog, Durin’s Bane.