Originally posted by greypilgrim
i'm sorry, but a shadow cannot cast another shadow, in middle earth or anywhere. the balrog's wings cast the shadow.
Who said cast shadow though? The Balrog was cloaked in darkness, it's shadow reached out like wings

Originally posted by greypilgrim
i'm sorry, but a shadow cannot cast another shadow, in middle earth or anywhere. the balrog's wings cast the shadow.
Originally posted by Pontifex
Taranir: I had posted that post on a different thread, where I believe you were inquiring about the Balrog's wings. I did not ask for it to be moved, but I find that the Moderators seem to enjoy flipping posts idly around the place. There was no reason, Mr. Moderator, to move my post from its original position, most of all because it makes no sense for it to be moved to *this* thread, as I inserted a link to this thread!! Please, the next time you want to move one of my posts, I would be much obliged if you asked for my consent first. *whew*
So there!And its wings were spread from wall to wall.
"Over the land there lies a long shadow,
westward reaching wings of darkness." JRRT RotK
"Over the land there lies a long shadow,
westward reaching wings of darkness." JRRT RotK
and now swiftly they arose, and passing over Hithlum they came to Lammoth as a tempest of fire.
" ... and ere the winter was come he sent great strength over Hithlum and Nivrost, ..."
Originally posted by Pontifex
It is just MHO, however, that the Balrog's wings were composed solely of ethereal and fiery essense, instead of muscles, tendons and bone.
What it was could not be seen: it was like a great shadow, in the middle of which was a dark form, of man-shape maybe, yet greater; and a power and terror seemed to be in it and to go before it.
The Balrog reached the bridge. Gandalf stood in the middle of the span, leaning on the staff in his left hand, but in his other hand Glamdring gleamed, cold and white. His enemy halted again, facing him, and the shadow about it reached out like two vast wings. It raised the whip, and the thongs whined and cracked. Fire came from its nostrils. But Gandalf stood firm.
`You cannot pass,' he said. The orcs stood still, and a dead silence fell. `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.'
The Balrog made no answer. The fire in it seemed to die, but the darkness grew. It stepped forward slowly on to the bridge, and suddenly it drew itself up to a great height, and its wings were spread from wall to wall; but still Gandalf could be seen, glimmering in the gloom; he seemed small, and altogether alone: gray and bent, like a wizened tree before the onset of a storm.