Lilith a écrit :J'avais pensé qu'il s'agissait du combat entre Gandalf et le Balrog : Le Balrog est éveillé et attire la noirceur à lui... Ce n'est qu'une opinion

Lilith a écrit :Que c'est-il passé dans la Moria :
- La compagnie a été attaquée
- Beaucoup d'orques de la Moria ont été liquidés en Lorien
- Il me semble que certains ont aidé à transporter Merry et Pippin
- Il y en avait probablement avec Saroumane pour la bataille du Gouffre de Helm...

Moralité, il ne devait pas rester des tones d'orques dans la Moria au moment ou Frodon est monté sur le siège de l'Amon Hen...

Sinon, on sait que :
- Gandalf est tombé avec le Balrog
- Gandalf a réaparu une semaine après le passage de Frodon sur l'Amon Hen dans Fangorn...

Moralité, il me semble logique que le passage de Frodon sur le Siège de Vue coincide plus ou moins avec le moment ou Gandalf s'est battu avec le Balrog sur Zirak Zigil...

CQFD

Tolkien, au passage avec Frodon sur Amon Hen a écrit :At first he could see little. He seemed to be in a world of mist in which there were only shadows: the Ring was upon him. Then here and there the mist gave way and he saw many visions: small and clear as if they were under his eyes upon a table, and yet remote. There was no sound, only bright living images. The world seemed to have shrunk and fallen silent. He was sitting upon the Seat of Seeing, on Amon Hen, the Hill of the Eye of the Men of Númenor. Eastward he looked into wide uncharted lands, nameless plains, and forests unexplored. Northward he looked, and the Great River lay like a ribbon beneath him, and the Misty Mountains stood small and hard as broken teeth. Westward he looked and saw the broad pastures of Rohan; and Orthanc, the pinnacle of Isengard, like a black spike. Southward he looked, and below his very feet the Great River curled like a toppling wave and plunged over the falls of Rauros into a foaming pit; a glimmering rainbow played upon the fume. And Ethir Anduin he saw, the mighty delta of the River, and myriads of sea-birds whirling like a white dust in the sun, and beneath them a green and silver sea, rippling in endless lines.
But everywhere he looked he saw the signs of war. The Misty Mountains were crawling like anthills: orcs were issuing out of a thousand holes. Under the boughs of Mirkwood there was deadly strife of Elves and Men and fell beasts. The land of the Beornings was aflame; a cloud was over Moria; smoke rose on the borders of Lórien.
Horsemen were galloping on the grass of Rohan; wolves poured from Isengard. From the havens of Harad ships of war put out to sea; and out of the East Men were moving endlessly: swordsmen, spearmen, bowmen upon horses, chariots of chieftains and laden wains. All the power of the Dark Lord was in motion. Then turning south again he beheld Minas Tirith. Far away it seemed. and beautiful: white-walled, many-towered, proud and fair upon its mountain-seat; its battlements glittered with steel, and its turrets were bright with many banners. Hope leaped in his heart. But against Minas Tirith was set another fortress, greater and more strong. Thither, eastward, unwilling his eye was drawn. It passed the ruined bridges of Osgiliath, the grinning gates of Minas Morgul. and the haunted Mountains, and it looked upon Gorgoroth, the valley of terror in the Land of Mordor. Darkness lay there under the Sun. Fire glowed amid the smoke. Mount Doom was burning, and a great reek rising. Then at last his gaze was held: wall upon wall, battlement upon battlement, black, immeasurably strong, mountain of iron, gate of steel, tower of adamant, he saw it: Barad-dûr, Fortress of Sauron. All hope left him.
And suddenly he felt the Eye. There was an eye in the Dark Tower that did not sleep. He knew that it had become aware of his gaze. A fierce eager will was there. It leaped towards him; almost like a finger he felt it, searching for him. Very soon it would nail him down, know just exactly where he was. Amon Lhaw it touched. It glanced upon Tol Brandir he threw himself from the seat, crouching, covering his head with his grey hood.
He heard himself crying out: Never, never! Or was it: Verily I come, I come to you? He could not tell. Then as a flash from some other point of power there came to his mind another thought: Take it off! Take it off! Fool, take it off! Take off the Ring
The two powers strove in him. For a moment, perfectly balanced between their piercing points, he writhed, tormented. Suddenly he was aware of himself again. Frodo, neither the Voice nor the Eye: free to choose, and with one remaining instant in which to do so. He took the Ring off his finger. He was kneeling in clear sunlight before the high seat. A black shadow seemed to pass like an arm above him; it missed Amon Hen and groped out west, and faded. Then all the sky was clean and blue and birds sang in every tree.

Citation :Au début, il ne vit pas grand chose. Il lui semblait être dans un monde embrumé das lequel il n'y avait que des ombres : l'anneau était sur lui.

Citation :Une ombre noire sembla passer comme un bras au-dessus de lui ; elle manqua Amon Hen, chercha un peu à l'ouest, et s'évanouit. Alors, tout le ciel fut pur et bleu, et les oiseaux chantèrent dans tous les arbres

Elessar a écrit :Si la Moria avait vraiment été une base avec des forges ce que je ne pense pas, alors Sauron aurait mobilisé ses orcs et les aurait envoyé en guerre or lors de la guerre de l'anneau la Lorien ne subit pas d'assaut du Nord.