“Fiery the angels fell; deep thunder rolled around their shores; burning with the fires of Orc.”

“Fiery the Angels rose, & as they rose deep thunder roll’d Around their shores, indignant burning with the fires of Orc.”

“And then the fiery tangle of hair was no longer connected to the rest of her body. The shivering orange waves fell to the ground, and bounced once before rolling toward the trees.”

“Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean - roll!Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain;Man marks the earth with ruin - his controlStops with the shore.”

“You cannot pass," he said. The orcs stood still, and a dead silence fell. "I am a servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the flame of Anor. You cannot pass. The dark fire will not avail you, flame of Udûn. Go back to the Shadow! You cannot pass.”

“There are older and fouler things than Orcs in the deep places of the world.”