'Days have long since past when the tower of Isen stood tall. Eight hundred years to be exact. As the time of the elves faded so did the magic that held Isengard together. For centuries men have fought for this position in Middle-Earth over looking the River Isen, an major river in Middle-Earth. It is said that for every sunset over Isengard, there had been a hundred dead corpses.' --Kethmaern of Cyredtlithar (234-1029, 4th Age) No, this is not a fan fic. It was just an image I conjured up while messing around in Paint, I think I've gotten pretty good in Paint, I think there is a limit to how good you can get in a program as such. I've been working alot in Photoshop, but I haven't gotten good enough to place my image in my gallry, it'll come soon, just not today. Well basically the image is of Isengard, 800 hundred years after the Ents lay seige to it. During the Fourth Age men fought over this area, because it is tactically sound. Guards the River Isen and the tower is a good outpost and can see far and wide (It could really use an elevator though. And over that time the tower have been torn to pieces. In time, the magic of the Numenorean Magic faded and the tower began to crumble. And finally the forest was burned and Isengard was lay to waste after centuries of war. Now this is all that is left. Okay, this never happened, but still I like the idea. Sorry, if its not what people would have expected from Isengard. Anyways, enjoy.