“I thought Sam’s beans were having their way with you.” “‘Tis the flaming mane which provoked me to sound my horn.” “Nay, sturdy dwarf, I did see it,” Boromir. “Maybe Elves can see it, but the rest of us are blinded by the darkness.” “There was nothing to see!” Gimli insisted. “And if you had just paid attention while it was leaping across the fissure, you would have seen it for what it was,” Legolas said, snatching up his arrow from the ground. “Garn, you maggot! It was the ECHOES was snuffed out!” It was snuffed out like a flame blown by a dark wind!” “Nar! You worms wouldn’t recognize a horn blast in your faces!” “Sounded like the shout of many throats to me!” said another.
Then the echoes died as suddenly as a flame blown out by a dark wind, and the enemy advanced again. For a moment the orcs quailed and the firey shadow halted. Loud the challenge rang and bellowed, like the shout of many throats under the cavernous roof. The orcs yelled and poured over the stone gangways. The dark figure streaming with fire raced towards them. “I see nothing - whatever it is cannot be seen!” “See the great man-shape in the darkness?” “Can you not see it you fool dwarf?” Legolas cried. “How do you know it’s a Balrog?” he cried. In its right hand was a blade like a stabbing tongue of fire in its left it held a whip of many thongs. Its streaming mane kindled, and blazed behind it. The flames roared up to greet it, and wreathed about it and a black smoke swirled in the air. Then with a rush it leaped across the fissure. It came to the edge of the fire and the light faded as if a cloud had bent over it.
What it was could not be seen: it was a great shadow, in the middle of which was a dark form, of man-shape maybe, yet greater and a power and terror seemed to be in it and to go before it. The ranks of the orcs had opened, and they crowded away, as if they themselves were afraid. But it was not the trolls that had filled the Elf with terror. Two great trolls appeared they bore great slabs of stone, and flung them down to serve as gangways over the fire. He drew, but his hand fell, and the arrow slipped to the ground. Legolas turned and set an arrow to the string, though it was a long shot for his small bow. The Lord of the Rings seems an inadequate tool for settling the issues concerning Balrogs and Wings, so I propose the book should have been written in the following manner just to make things perfectly clear…
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