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Mount Doom on the crest of the new fallen ash
gave the luster of midday Elbereth hid in her cache.
When what to my wondering eyes appeared on this Yule
but a miniature sleigh and nine horsed Nazgul,
with a dark lord driver so terrible as the dawn
I knew in a moment it must be Sauron.
More rapid than eagles his Nazgul they came,
and he whistled and shouted and called them by name:
"Now Dasher! Now Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen!
On Comet! On Cupid! On Donder and Blitsen!
To the top off Mount Doom! To my home tower tall!
Now dash away, dash away, dash away all!"