Part 1861 of 4850 from book50
The stench of death was like a cloudbook72 about him. Whats to be done Have those eyes come back No not to be seen said Frodo. May the curse of Faramir bite that Gollum and . Slowly his hand went to his bosom and slowly he held aloft the Phial of Galadriel. Far off as in a little picture drawn by elvenfingers he saw the Lady Galadriel standing on the grass in Lurien and gifts were in her hands. Stand stand he cried desperately. Still as stones they stood staring waiting for they did not know what. The starglass The starglass muttered Frodo as one answering out of sleep hardly comprehending.... more