"Ever and anon the furnaces far below its ashen cone would grow hot and with a great surging and
throbbing pour forth rivers of molten rock from chasms in its sides. Some would flow blazing towards
Barad-dur down great channels; some would wind their way into the stony plain, until they cooled and
lay like twisted dragon-shapes vomited from the torrmented earth."
"...they saw Mount Doom, its feet founded in ashen ruin, its huge cone rising to a great height, where
its reeking head was swathed in cloud. Its fires were now dimmed, and it stood in smouldering slumber,
as threatening and dangerous as a sleeping beast."
"...it filled all their sight, looming vast before them: a huge mass of ash and slag and burned stone,
out of which a sheer-sided cone was raised into the clouds."
" The confused and tumbled shoulders of its great base rose for maybe three thousand feet above the
plain, and above them was reared half as high again its tall central cone, like a vast oast or chimney
capped with a jagged crater.
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