Tolkien:By the end of the Third Age, Sauron's physical power is so diminished that his presence is confined to the tower of Barad-Dur. However, he is still immensely powerful in his ability to watch and predict the movements of his enemies, and his understanding extends so far that he could metaphorically be referred to as a Great Eye, constantly watching and planning his next move. And because his gaze is so piercing, it is sometimes likened to fire.
Peter Jackson:Okay but...hear me out...what if Sauron was literally....a Great Eye.
Peter Jackson:What if he was literally a giant eyeball on the top of Barad-Dur.
Tolkien:That's not quite what I inten-
Peter Jackson:Made of FIRE. A LITERAL GIANT FIERY EYEBALL.
My parents made this for me for Christmas!!! They completely stripped this old trunk I bought for like $10 (it was in really bad shape), put new leather on it, saved all the metal pieces and reattached them, and covered the inside in maps of Middle-Earth! It’s so beautiful and I love it so much!
“Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky, Seven for the Dwarf-lords in halls of stone, Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die, One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie. One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them, One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.” ― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings
If you want to fully appreciate how obnoxiously on-the-nose the Witch-king of Angmar’s prophecy is, you have to bear in mind that the text makes a point of repeatedly using the set phrase “the Race of Men” to refer to humankind (i.e., as opposed to elves, dwarves, hobbits, etc.).
You naturally assume it’s just old timey male-default language, but then the Battle of the Pelennor Fields goes down, and what happens?
The Witch-king of Angmar, protected by a prophecy that “no man” can hinder him, gets backstabbed by Meriadoc Brandybuck - who, as a hobbit, is “no Man” - then beheaded by Éowyn - who, as a woman, is “no man”.
Like, at some point you’ve gotta conclude that Fate is just making fun of you.