As you know, that
city
was once a strong place, proud and fair,
Minas Ithil, the twin sister of our
own city. But it was taken by fell
men whom the Enemy in his first strength
had dominated, and who wandered homeless and masterless after his fall. It
is said that
their lords were men of Numenor who had fallen into dark
wickedness; to them the Enemy had given
rings of power, and he had devoured
them: living ghosts they were become, terrible and
evil. After his going
they took Minas Ithil and dwelt there, and they filled it, and all the
valley about, with decay: it seemed empty and was not so, for a shapeless
fear lived within the ruined
walls.
Nine Lords there were, and after the
return of their Master, which they aided and prepared in secret, they grew
strong again.