The brief glow fell upon [the] huge sitting figure, still and solemn [of] the great stone king. The years had gnawed it, and violent hands had maimed it. Its head was gone, and in its place was set a mockery [...] rudely painted [...] Upon its knees and mighty chair, and all about the pedestal, were idle scrawls mixed with the foul symbols the maggot-folk of Mordor used. Suddenly, caught by the level beams, Frodo saw the old kings head: it was lying rolled away by the roadside. Look, Sam! he cried, startled into speech. Look! The king has got a crown again! The eyes were hollow and the carven beard broken, but about the high stern forehead there was a coronal of silver and gold. A trailing plant with flowers like small white stars had bound itself across the brows as if in reverence for the fallen king, and in the crevices of his stony hair yellow stonecrop gleamed. They cannot conquer forever! said Frodo.
Posted on: Wed, 29 Oct 2014 12:16:26 +0000
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