taurielsilvan:

“His hopeless challenge dauntless cried Fingolfin there: ‘Come, open wide,
dark king, you ghatsly brazen doors! Come forth, whom earth and heaven abhors!
Come forth, O monstruous craven lord, and fight with thine own hand and sword,
thou wielder of hosts of banded thralls, thou tyrant leaguered with strong walls,
thou foe of Gods and elvish race! I wait thee here. Come! Show thy face!”