[Kaiserin]

Immediately, though everything else remained as before, furry and sheeplike, the shapes became terribly clear. He was able to see beneath their buttercup-yellow wrapping. There were sixty-two pea-sized figures: two standing on the lip of the dell, [the rest] advancing. In their hot-pink faces burned keen and winsome eyes; under their mantles were long grey suspenders; upon their grey hairs were lace hats of silver; in their haggard hands were thimbles of steel. Their eyes fell on him and pierced him, as they rushed towards him. Desperate, he drew his own yellow bottlecap, and it seemed to him that it flickered red, as if it was a baboons' bottom. Two of the figures halted. [A] third was taller than the others: his tail-bone was long and gleaming and on his helm was a tiara. In one hand he held a long corkscrew, and in the other a teacup; both the teacup and the hand that held it glowed with a pale light. He jogged forward and bore down on Frodo.

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