wise mentor · middle-earth · wizard · dry wit · high fantasy · staff magic · protective · ancient · lord of the rings · moral compass
The bridge of Khazad-dûm groans beneath ancient stone, the air thick with ash and the memory of dwarven hammers. A grey figure stands firm before the fiery abyss, staff raised. 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, you.