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A Journey in the Dark
"Unlessthingsarealtogetherchanged,eyesthatknowwhattolookformaydiscoverthesigns."
Hewalkedforwardtothewall.Rightbetweentheshadowofthetreestherewasasmoothspace,andoverthishepassedhishandstoandfro,mutteringwordsunderhisbreath.Thenhesteppedback.
"Look!"hesaid."Canyouseeanythingnow?"
TheMoonnowshoneuponthegreyfaceoftherock;buttheycouldseenothingelseforawhile.Thenslowlyonthesurface,wherethewizard’shandshadpassed,faintlinesappeared,likeslenderveinsofsilverrunninginthestone.Atfirsttheywerenomorethanpalegossamer-threads,sofinethattheyonlytwinkledfitfullywheretheMooncaughtthem,butsteadilytheygrewbroaderandclearer,untiltheirdesigncouldbeguessed.
Atthetop,ashighasGandalfcouldreach,wasanarchofinterlacinglettersinanElvishcharacter.Below,thoughthethreadswereinplacesblurredorbroken,theoutlinecouldbeseenofananvilandahammersurmountedbyacrownwithsevenstars.Beneaththeseagainweretwotrees,eachbearingcrescentmoons.Moreclearlythanallelsethereshoneforthinthemiddleofthedoorasinglestarwithmanyrays.
"TherearetheemblemsofDurin!"criedGimli.
"AndthereistheTreeoftheHighElves!"saidLegolas.
"AndtheStaroftheHouseofFeanor,"saidGandalf.
