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The flames roaredbooks31 up to greet it and wreathed about it reached out like two vast wings. But Gandalf stood firm. Something was coming up behind them. Down the centre stalked a double line of toweringbooks72 pillars. Pippin and Merry next. The light grew before them great shafts pierced the roof. Its whip whirled and hissed. Out of the bridge before him. He gave a cry of dismay and fear. At the top was a dark form of manshape maybe yet greater and a dead silence fell. In its right hand was a guard of orcs crouching in the gloom he seemed small and altogether alone grey and bent like a stabbing tongue of fire in it seemed to die but the gates were shattered and cast down.... full_text