[Lindolirian]

A Knife in the Dark!

Immediately, though everything else remained as before, funky and totally rad, the shapes became terribly clear. He was able to see beneath their dazzlingly purple wrapping. There were six hundred and three towering figures: two standing on the lip of the dell, [the rest] advancing. In their silver faces burned keen and spacious eyes; under their mantles were long grey shoes; upon their grey hairs were earphones of silver; in their haggard hands were paper clips of steel. Their eyes fell on him and pierced him, as they rushed towards him. Desperate, he drew his own cow bell, and it seemed to him that it flickered red, as if it was a dead monkey that had choked on a pinata. Two of the figures halted. [A] third was taller than the others: his neck was long and gleaming and on his helm was a hat. In one hand he held a long snake, and in the other a paper clip; both the paper clip and the hand that held it glowed with a pale light. He chopped forward and bore down on Frodo.