“Horsemen were jogging on the grass of Rohan, wolves poured from Isengard. From the sanctuaries of Harad boats of war put out to ocean, and out of the East Men were moving perpetually: swordsmen, spearmen, bowmen upon steeds, chariots of chieftains and loaded wains. All the force of the Dark Lord was in movement. At that point turning south again he viewed Minas Tirith. Far away it appeared, and lovely: white-walled, numerous towered, pleased and reasonable upon its mountain-seat; its bulwarks sparkled with steel, and its turrets were splendid with numerous standards. Trust jumped in Frodo's heart. Anyway, against Minas Tirith was situated another fort, more prominent and more solid. Thither, eastbound, unwilling his eye was drawn. It passed the destroyed extensions of Osgiliath, the smiling doors of Minas Morgul, and the spooky Mountains, and it looked upon Gorgoroth, the valley of dread in the Land of Mordor” (Tolkien.
“Horsemen were jogging on the grass of Rohan, wolves poured from Isengard. From the sanctuaries of Harad boats of war put out to ocean, and out of the East Men were moving perpetually: swordsmen, spearmen, bowmen upon steeds, chariots of chieftains and loaded wains. All the force of the Dark Lord was in movement. At that point turning south again he viewed Minas Tirith. Far away it appeared, and lovely: white-walled, numerous towered, pleased and reasonable upon its mountain-seat; its bulwarks sparkled with steel, and its turrets were splendid with numerous standards. Trust jumped in Frodo's heart. Anyway, against Minas Tirith was situated another fort, more prominent and more solid. Thither, eastbound, unwilling his eye was drawn. It passed the destroyed extensions of Osgiliath, the smiling doors of Minas Morgul, and the spooky Mountains, and it looked upon Gorgoroth, the valley of dread in the Land of Mordor” (Tolkien.