Ah, it seems that white was so simple and singular; now, we have all these
colors to contend with! It's like the electromagnetic spectrum of the Tower of Babel, isn't it? Perhaps someone who has read
Splintered Light could shed more "light" on this thought, but I suppose the wisdom of Gandalf would apply here:
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He who breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom.
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Also, on the "green" theme, didn't Frodo's face turn a livid shade of green as he lay poisoned by Shelob, just before becoming fair again? As I recall, Sam saw this green shade and gave up hope for Frodo, but then, when his back was turned and his thoughts on what should he do, Frodo's face regained the fair hue when Sam wasn't looking...ah, the irony!
Cheers,
Lyta