Властелин колец: Две башни

           itseemedtohimthathesawalight:alightinhismind,almostunbearablybrightatfirst,asasun-raytotheeyesofonelonghiddeninawindowlesspit.Thenthelightbecamecolour:green,gold,silver,white.Faroff,asinalittlepicturedrawnbyelven-fingershesawtheLadyGaladrielstandingonthegrassinLórien,andgiftswereinherhands.Andyou,Ring-bearer,heheardhersay,remotebutclear,foryouIhavepreparedthis.

           Thebubblinghissdrewnearer,andtherewasacreakingasofsomegreatjointedthingthatmovedwithslowpurposeinthedark.Areekcameonbeforeit.’Master,master!’criedSam,andthelifeandurgencycamebackintohisvoice.’TheLady’sgift!Thestar-glass!Alighttoyouindarkplaces,shesaiditwastobe.Thestar-glass!’

           `Thestar-glass?’mutteredFrodo,asoneansweringoutofsleep,hardlycomprehending.`Whyyes!WhyhadIforgottenit?Alightwhenallotherlightsgoout!Andnowindeedlightalonecanhelpus.’

           Slowlyhishandwenttohisbosom,andslowlyheheldaloftthePhialofGaladriel.Foramomentitglimmered,faintasarisingstarstrugglinginheavyearthwardmists,andthenasitspowerwaxed,andhopegrewinFrodo’smind,itbegantoburn,andkindledtoasilverflame,aminuteheartofdazzlinglight,asthoughEärendilhadhimselfcomedownfromthehighsunsetpathswiththelastSilmariluponhisbrow.Thedarknessrecededfromituntilitseemedtoshineinthecentreofaglobeofairycrystal,andthehandthathelditsparkledwithwhitefire.