John Ronald Reuel Tolkien. The Lord Of The Rings (№ 391590)

Barlog was already near the bridge. In the middle of the span, resting left hand on scepter, stood Gandalf. Omitted Glamdring, cold and white, shone in his right hand magician. Barlog approached the bridge and stopped again. Behind him swung open like two wings of darkness. He raised the beach, smoky flame was solubilise and cracked. Gandalf did not move.
- You don't come, in a level voice he said. Immediately fell dead silence. - I serve the Secret Flame and have the Flame of Anor. You may not pass. Dark Flame of udûn will not help you. Go back to the shadow!