“THE LIEUTENANT OF THE TOWER HAS FALLEN!” the Voice of the Master shouted and foul spiders hidden deep in the vales of Nan Dungortheb buried themselves even deeper, frightened at the fury they knew would come when the ill-tidings reached the ears of the Dark Lord.
“THE LIEUTENANT OF THE TOWER HAS FALLEN!” Langon continued to proclaim and evil flying beasts in the clefts and crannies of the Ered Gorgoroth immediately took panicked flight, screeching in dismay.
“THE LIEUTENANT OF THE TOWER HAS FALLEN!” and far above Dorthonion, keen-eared Thuringwethil, her razor-tipped wings beating the night air, forsook her messenger’s errand and, in disbelief, flew back to Tol-in-Gauroth in great haste.
“THE LIEUTENANT OF THE TOWER HAS FALLEN!” and the cry echoed over Anfauglith causing great clouds of dust to blow across the plain, choking orc patrols already in disorderly retreat at the news.
“THE LIEUTENANT OF THE TOWER HAS FALLEN!” at the Great Gate at Thangorodrim now behind which Gothmog stood ever watchful of assault and the High Captain’s flames burned brightly as he smiled evilly at the report of the downfall of his hated rival.
“THE LIEUTENANT OF THE TOWER HAS FALLEN!” the cry echoed down the tunnels and caverns of Angband and the hosts of fell creatures quailed as though the Great Powers of the West themselves were upon them.
“THE LIEUTENANT OF THE TOWER HAS FALLEN!” and as the herald at last reached the throne room, the armrests of the black throne groaned and cracked loudly under the pressure of the Dark Lord’s clenching fingers.