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Suddenly, caught by the level beams, Frodo saw the old king's head: it was lying rolled away
by the roadside. 'Look, Sam!' he cried, startled to speech. 'Look! The king has got a crown again!'
The eyes were hollow and the carven beard was broken, but about the high stern forehead there was
a coronal of silver and gold. A trailing plant with flowers like small white start had bound
itself across the brows as if in reverence for the fallen king, and in the crevices of his stony
hair yellow stone-crop gleamed.
'They cannot conquer for ever!' said Frodo. And then suddenly the brief glimpse was gone. The Sun
dipped and vanished, and as if at the shuttering of a lamp, black night fell.
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