Dark, this palantir -
It lays under my hands clear
And heavy as oil.
- Primula
Proud, wise and valiant
The Palantir gaze held
A pyre of fire
- Denethor
- MithrandirCQ
I do not trust you,
Mithrandir, undermining
My authority.
My son is burning...
Bright fires lift from my city;
He'll not burn alone.
