Aliana asked for characters making a discovery.
A wrench. Helm's Deep looms, will not be o'erpassed, for the far-seer calls. Saruman? But, nay, 'tis no wizard, yet he knows this one from afar. Pale proof, sword and standard—he knows that spirit. Isildur. Overstrong, overproud Isildur. Fool! he laughs.
Too soon. In the match of minds, he's overthrown. As the glass darkens, his enemy's farewell mocks him:
Neither Isildur's strength nor pride have I, for Isildur I am not!