It cannot be seen, cannot be felt, cannot be heard, cannot be smelt. It lies behind stars and under hills, and empty holes it fills. It comes first and follows after, ends life, kills laughter.
I chose this scene from the Mines of Moria to relate to my chosen category.
The orcs come pouring out of the roof and down the mighty pillars after the Fellowship of the Ring.
The ground is littered with gold, skeletons, wood, and other lost dwarven treasures...
"To the Bridge of Khazad-dum!" ~Gandalf the Grey
Just wanted to say this contest was really fun to build for, and I would like to thank the judges for making such a great contest!