She lifted up her white arm, and sread out her hands towards the East in a gesture of rejection and denial. Earendil, the Evening Star, most loved of the Elves, shone clear above. So bright was it that the figure of the Elven-lady cast a dim shadow on the ground. It's rays glanced upon a ring about her finger, it glittered like polished gold overlaid with silver light, and a white stone in it twinkled as if the Elven-star had come down to rest upon her hand. Frodo gazed at the ring with awe; for suddenly it seemed to him that he understood.
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