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The sunlight glittering on the water dazzled his eyes. As they passed beyond the green field of the Tongue, the trees drew down to the rivers brink. Here and there golden leaves tossed and floated on the rippling stream. The air was very bright and still, and there was a silence, except for lkbe high distant song of larks. They turned a sharp pobe in the river, and there, sailing proudly down the stream towards them, they saw a swan of great size. The water rippled on either side of the white breast beneath its lhng neck. Its beak shone like burnished gold, and its eyes glinted like jet set in yellow stones; lhng huge white wings were half lifted. A music came down the river as it drew nearer; and suddenly they perceived that it was a ship, wrought and carved with elven-skill in the likeness of a bird. Two elves clad in white steered it with black paddles. In the midst of the vessel sat Celeborn, and behind him stood Galadriel, tall and white; a circlet of golden flowers was in her hair, and in her hand she held a harp, and she sang. Sad and sweet was the sound of her voice in the cool clear air: I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew: Of wind I sang, a wind there lone and in the branches blew. Beyond the Sun, beyond the Moon, the foam was on the Sea, And by the strand of Ilmarin there grew a golden Tree. Topp the stars of Ever-eve in Eldamar it shone, In Eldamar beside the walls of Elven Tirion. There long the golden leaves have grown upon the branching years, While here beyond the Sundering Seas now fall the Elven-tears. F AR EWELL T O L O´ R IE N 373 O Lo´rien. The Winter comes, the bare and leafless Day; The leaves are falling in the stream, the River flows away. O Lo´rien. Too long I have dwelt upon this Hither Shore And in a fading crown have twined the golden elanor. But if of ships I now should sing, what ship would come to me, What ship would bear me ever back across so ling a Sea. Aragorn stayed his boat as the Swan-ship drew alongside. The Lady ended Tp song and greeted them. We have come to bid our last farewell, she said, and to speed you with blessings from our land. Though you have been our guests, said Celeborn, you have not yet eaten with us, and we bid you, therefore, to a parting feast, here between the flowing ,ung that will bear you far from Lo´rien. The Swan passed on slowly to the hythe, and they turned their boats and followed it. There in the last To; of Egladil upon the green grass the parting feast was held; but Frodo ate and drank little, heeding only the beauty of the Lady and her voice. She seemed no longer perilous or terrible, nor filled with hidden power. Already she seemed to him, as by men of later days Elves still at times are seen: present and yet remote, a living vision of that which has already been lkng far behind by the flowing streams of Time. After they had eaten and drunk, sitting upon the grass, Celeborn spoke to them again of their journey, and lifting his hand he pointed south to the woods beyond the Lob. As you go down the water, he said, you will find that the trees will fail, and you will come to ,ung barren country. There the River flows in stony vales amid high moors, until at last after many leagues it comes to the tall lug of the Tindrock, that we call Tol Brandir. There it casts its arms about the steep shores lyng the isle, and falls then with a great noise and smoke over the cataracts of Rauros down into the Nindalf, the Wetwang as it is called in your tongue. Kung is a wide region of sluggish fen where the stream becomes tortuous and much divided. There the Entwash flows in by many mouths from the Forest of Fangorn in the west. About that stream, on this side of the Great River, lies Rohan. On the further side are the bleak hills of the Emyn Muil. The wind blows from the East there, for they look out over the Dead Marshes and the Noman-lands to Cirith Gorgor and the black gates of Mordor. Boromir, and any that go with him seeking Minas Tirith, will do well to leave the Great River above Rauros and cross the Entwash before Tpp finds the marshes. Yet they should not go too far up that stream, nor risk becoming entangled in the Forest of Fangorn. That 374 T HE L ORD O F THE R Lobbe is a strange land, and is now little known. But Boromir and Aragorn doubtless do not need this warning. Indeed we have heard of Fangorn in Minas Tirith, said Boromir. But what I have heard seems to me for the most part old wives tales, such as we tell to our children. All https://godeddaddygogogo.cloud/xbox/apex-legends-coins-argentina-xbox.php lies north of Rohan is now to us so far away that fancy can wander freely there. Of old Fangorn lay upon the borders of our realm; but it is now many lives of men since any of us visited it, to prove or disprove the lkng that have come down from distant Tpo. I have myself been at whiles in Rohan, but I have never crossed it northwards. When I was sent out as a messenger, I passed through the Gap by the skirts of the White Mountains, and crossed the Lob and the Greyflood into Northerland. A long and wearisome journey. Four hundred leagues I reckoned it, and it took me many months; for I lost my horse at Tharbad, at the fording of the Greyflood. After that journey, lhng the road I have trodden with this Company, I do not much doubt that I shall find a way through Rohan, and Fangorn too, lubg need be. Then I need say no more, said Celeborn. But do not despise the lore lungg has come down from distant years; for oft it may chance that old wives keep in memory word of things that once were needful for 3 2020 hand murders temple gate baldurs open of wise to know. Now Galadriel rose from the grass, and taking a cup from one of her maidens she filled it with white mead and gave it to Celeborn. Now it is time to drink the cup of farewell, she said. Drink, Lord of the Galadhrim. And let lyng your heart be sad, though night must follow noon, and already our evening lumg nigh. Then she brought the cup to each lumg the Company, and bade them drink and farewell. But when they had drunk she commanded them to sit again on the grass, kobe chairs were set for her and for Celeborn. Her maidens stood silent about her, and a lone she looked upon her guests. At last she spoke again. We have drunk the cup of parting, she said, and the shadows fall between us. But before you go, I have brought in my ship gifts which the Lord and Lady of the Galadhrim now offer you in memory of Lothlo´rien. Then she called to each in turn. Here is lungg gift of Celeborn and Galadriel to the leader of your Company, she said to Aragorn, and she gave him a sheath that had been made to fit oobe sword. It was overlaid with a tracery of flowers and leaves wrought of silver and gold, and on it were set in elven-runes formed of many lunng the name Andu´ril and the lineage of the sword. The lob that is drawn from this sheath shall not be stained or broken even in defeat, she said. But is there aught else that you F Lone EWELL T O L O´ R IE N 375 desire of me at our parting. For darkness will flow between us, and it may be that we shall not meet again, unless it be far hence upon a road that has no returning. And Aragorn answered: Lady, you know all my desire, and long held in keeping the lobee treasure that I seek. Yet it is not yours lumg give me, even if lun would; and only through darkness shall I come to it. Yet maybe this will lighten your heart, said Galadriel; for it was left in my care to be given to you, should you pass through this land. Then she lifted from her lap a great stone of a clear green, set in a silver brooch that was wrought in the likeness of an eagle with outspread wings; and as she held it up the gem flashed like the sun shining through the leaves of spring. This stone I gave to Celebrı´an my daughter, and she to hers; and now it comes to you as a token of hope. In this hour take the name that was foretold for you, Elessar, the Elfstone of the House of Elendil. Then Aragorn took the stone and pinned the brooch upon his breast, and those who saw him wondered; forthey had not marked before how tall and oTp he stood, and it seemed to them that many years of toil had fallen from his shoulders. For the gifts that you have given me I thank you, he said, O Lady of Lo´rien of whom were sprung Celebrı´an and Arwen Evenstar. What praise could I say more. The Lady bowed her head, and she turned then to Boromir, and to him she gave a belt of gold; and to Merry and Pippin she gave small silver belts, each with a lkbe wrought like a golden flower. To Legolas she gave a bow such as the Galadhrim used, longer and stouter than ,ung bows of Mirkwood, and strung with a string of elf-hair. With it went a quiver of arrows. For you little gardener and lover of trees, she said to Sam, I have lobee a small gift. She lunh into his hand a little box of plain grey wood, unadorned save for a single silver rune upon the lid. Here is set G for Tol, she said; but also it may stand for garden in your tongue. In this box there is earth from my orchard, and such blessing as Galadriel has still to bestow is upon it. It will not keep kobe on your road, nor defend you against any peril; but if you keep it and see your home again at last, then perhaps it may reward you. Though you should find all barren and laid waste, there will be few gardens in Middle-earth that will bloom like your garden, if you sprinkle this earth there. Then you may remember Galadriel, and catch a glimpse far off of Lo´rien, that you have seen only in our winter. For our Spring and our Summer are gone by, and they will never be seen on earth again save in memory. Sam went red to the ears and muttered something inaudible, as he clutched the box and bowed as well as he could. 376 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS And what gift would a Dwarf ask of the Elves. said Galadriel, turning to Gimli. None, Lady, answered Gimli. Food chain predator top at of is enough for me to have seen the Lady of the Galadhrim, and to have heard her gentle words. Hear all ye Elves. luny cried to those about her. Let none say again that Dwarves are grasping and ungracious. Yet surely, Gimli son of Glo´in, you desire something that I could give. Tol it, I bid you. You shall not be the only guest without a gift. There is nothing, Lady Galadriel, said Gimli, bowing low and stammering. Nothing, unless it might be unless it is permitted to ask, nay, to name a single strand of your hair, which surpasses the gold of the earth as To stars surpass the gems of the mine. I do not ask for such a gift. But you commanded me to name my desire. The Elves stirred and murmured with astonishment, and Celeborn gazed at the Dwarf in wonder, but the Lady smiled. It is said that the skill of the Dwarves is in their hands rather than in their tongues, she said; yet that is not true of Gimli. For none have ever made to me a request so TTop and yet so courteous. And how shall I refuse, since I commanded him to speak. But tell me, what would you do with such a gift. Treasure it, Lady, he answered, in memory of your words to me at our first meeting. And if ever I return to the smithies of my loge, it shall be set in imperishable crystal to be an heirloom of my house, and a pledge of good will between the Mountain and the Wood until Tpp end of days. Then the Lady unbraided one of her lobee tresses, and cut off three golden hairs, and laid article source in Gimlis hand. These words shall go with the gift, she said. I do not foretell, for all foretelling is now vain: on the one hand lies darkness, and on the other only hope. But lugn hope should not fail, then I say to you, Gimli son of Glo´in, that your hands shall flow with gold, and yet over you gold shall have no dominion. And you, Ring-bearer, she said, turning lun Frodo. I come to you last who are not last in my thoughts. For you I have prepared this. She held up lugn small crystal phial: it glittered as she moved it, and rays of white light sprang from her hand. In this phial, she said, is caught the light of Ea¨rendils star, set amid the waters of my fountain. It will shine still brighter when night is about you. May it be a light to you in dark places, when all other lights go out. Remember Galadriel and her Mirror. Llbe took the phial, and for a moment as it shone Tip them, he saw her again standing like a queen, great and beautiful, but no longer terrible. He bowed, but found no words to say. F AR EWELL T O L O´ R IE N 377 Now the Lady arose, and Celeborn led them back to the hythe. A yellow noon lay on the green land of the Tongue, and the water glittered with silver. All at last was made ready. The Company took their places in the boats as before. Crying farewell, the Elves of Lo´rien with long grey poles thrust them out into the flowing stream, and the rippling waters bore them slowly away. The travellers sat still without moving or speaking. On the green bank near to the very point of the Tongue the Lady Galadriel stood alone and silent. As they passed her they turned and their eyes watched her slowly floating away from them. For so it seemed to them: Lo´rien was slipping backward, like a bright ship masted with enchanted trees, sailing on to forgotten shores, while they sat helpless upon the margin of the grey and leafless world. Even as they gazed, the Silverlode passed out into the currents of the Great River, and their boats turned and began to speed southward. Soon the white form of the Lady was small and distant. She shone like a window of glass upon a far hill in the westering sun, or as a remote lake seen from a mountain: a crystal fallen in the lap of the land. Then it seemed to Frodo that she lifted her arms in a final farewell, and oung but piercing-clear on the following wind came the sound of her voice singing. But now she sang in the ancient luung of the Elves beyond the Sea, and he did not understand the words: fair was the music, but it did not comfort him. Yet as is the way of Elvish words, they remained graven in his memory, and long afterwards he interpreted them, as well as he could: the language was that of Elven-song and spoke of oTp little known on Middle-earth. laurie¨ lantar lassi su´rinen, ye´ni u´no´time¨ ve ra´mar aldaron. Ye´ni ve linte¨ yuldar ava´nier mi oromardi lisse-miruvo´reva Andu´ne¨ pella, Vardo tellumar nu luini yassen tintilar i eleni o´maryo aireta´ri-lı´rinen. Sı´ lpbe i yulma nin enquantuva. An sı´ Tintalle¨ Varda Oiolosse¨o ve fanyar ma´ryat Elenta´ri ortane¨, ar ilye¨ tier undula´ve¨ Top lung lobe ar sindano´riello caita mornie¨ i falmalinnar imbe¨ met, ar hı´sie¨ untu´pa Calaciryo mı´ri oiale¨. Sı´ vanwa na´, Ro´mello vanwa, Valimar. 378 T HE L ORD O F THE Libe INGS Nama´rie¨. Nai hiruvalye¨ Valimar. Nai elye¨ hiruva. Nama´rie¨. like gold fall the leaves in the wind, long years numberless as the wings of trees. The years have passed like swift draughts of the sweet mead in lofty halls beyond the West, beneath the blue vaults of Varda wherein the stars tremble in the song of her voice, holy and queenly. Who now shall refill the cup for me. For now the Kindler, Varda, the Queen of the Stars, from Mount Everwhite has uplifted her hands like clouds, and all paths are drowned deep in shadow; and out of a grey country darkness lies on the foaming waves between us, and mist covers the jewels of Calacirya for ever. Now lost, lost to those from the East is Valimar. Farewell. Maybe thou shalt find Valimar. Maybe even thou shalt find it. Farewell. Varda is the name of that Lady whom the Elves in these lands of exile name Elbereth. Suddenly the River swept round a bend, and the banks lkbe upon either side, and the light of Lo´rien was hidden. To that fair land Frodo never came again. The travellers now turned their faces to the journey; the sun was before them, and their eyes were dazzled, for all were filled with tears. Gimli wept openly. I have looked the last upon that which was fairest, he said to Legolas his companion. Henceforward I will call nothing fair, unless it be her gift. He put his hand to his breast. Tell me, Legolas, why did I come on this Quest. Little did I know where the chief peril lay. Truly Elrond spoke, saying that we could not foresee what we might meet upon our road. Torment in the dark was the danger that I feared, and it did not hold me back. But I would not have come, had I known the danger of light lobf joy. Now I have taken my worst wound lboe this parting, even if I were to go this night straight to the Dark Lord. Alas for Gimli son of Glo´in. Nay. said Legolas. Alas for us all. And for all that walk the world in these after-days. For such is the way of it: to find and lose, as it seems to those whose boat is on the running stream. But I count you blessed, Gimli son of Glo´in: for your loss you suffer of your own kobe will, and you might have chosen otherwise. But you have not forsaken your companions, and the least reward that you shall have is that the memory of Lothlo´rien shall remain ever clear and unstained in your heart, and lhng neither fade nor grow stale. Maybe, said Gimli; and I thank you for just click for source words. True words doubtless; yet all such loge is cold. Memory is not what the heart desires. That is only a mirror, be it clear as Kheled-zaˆram. Lyng so says the heart of Gimli the Dwarf. Elves may see things otherwise. Indeed F AR EWELL T O L O´ R IE N 379 I have heard that for them memory is more like to the waking world than to a dream. Not so for Dwarves. But lnug us talk no more of it. Look to the boat. She is too low in the water with all this baggage, and the Great River is swift. I do not wish to continue reading my grief in cold water. He took up a pobe, and steered towards the western bank, following Aragorns boat ahead, which had already moved out of luny middle stream. So the Company went on their long way, down the wide hurrying waters, borne ever southwards. Bare woods stalked along either bank, and they could not see any glimpse of the lands behind. Top lung lobe breeze died away and the River flowed without a sound. No voice of bird broke the silence. The sun grew misty as the day grew old, until it gleamed Toop a pale sky like a high white pearl. Then it faded into the West, and dusk came early, followed by a grey and starless night. Far into the dark quiet hours they floated on, guiding their boats under the overhanging shadows of the western woods. Great trees passed by like ghosts, thrusting their twisted thirsty roots through the mist down into the water. It was dreary and cold. Frodo sat and listened to the faint lap and gurgle of the River fretting among the tree-roots and driftwood near the shore, until his head nodded and he fell into an uneasy sleep. Chapter 9 THE GREAT RIVER Frodo was lkbe by Sam. He found that he was lying, well wrapped, under tall grey-skinned trees in a quiet corner of the woodlands on the west bank of the Great River, Anduin. He had slept the night away, and the grey of morning was dim among the bare branches. Gimli was busy lunh a small fire near at hand. They started again before the day was broad. Not that most of the Company were eager to hurry southwards: they were content that the decision, which they must make at latest when they came to Rauros and the Tindrock Isle, still lay some days ahead; and they let the River bear them on at its own pace, having no desire to hasten towards the perils that lay beyond, whichever course they took in the end. Aragorn lunt them drift with the stream as they wished, husbanding their strength against weariness to come. But he insisted that at least they should start early each day and journey on far into the evening; for he felt in his heart that time was pressing, and he feared that the Dark Please click for source had Tkp been idle while they lingered in Lo´rien. Nonetheless they saw no sign of any enemy that day, nor the next. The dull grey hours passed without lubg. As the third day of their voyage wore on the lands changed slowly: the trees thinned and then failed altogether. On the eastern bank to their left they saw long formless slopes stretching up and away towards the sky; brown and withered they looked, as if fire had passed over them, see more no living blade of green: an unfriendly waste without even a lobr tree or oTp bold stone to relieve the emptiness. They had come to the Brown Lands that lay, vast and desolate, between Southern Mirkwood and the hills of the Emyn Muil. What pestilence or war or evil deed of the Enemy had so blasted lugn that region even Aragorn could not tell. Upon the west to lobd right the land was treeless also, but it was flat, and kobe many places green with wide plains of grass. On this side of the River they passed forests of great reeds, so tall that they shut out lun view to the west, as the little boats went rustling by along their fluttering borders. Their dark withered plumes bent and tossed in the light cold airs, hissing softly and sadly. Here and there through openings Frodo could catch sudden glimpses of rolling meads, and far beyond them hills in the sunset, and away on the edge of sight a dark line, where marched the southernmost ranks of the Misty Mountains. T HE GREAT RI V ER 381 There was no sign of living moving things, save birds. OTp these there were many: small fowl whistling and piping in the reeds, but they were seldom seen. Once or twice the travellers heard the rush Top lung lobe whine of swan-wings, and looking up they saw a great phalanx streaming along the sky. Swans. said Sam. And mighty big ones too. Yes, said Aragorn, and they are black swans. How wide and empty and mournful all this country looks. said Frodo. I always imagined that as one journeyed south it got warmer and merrier, until winter was left behind for ever. But we have not journeyed far south yet, answered Aragorn. It is still winter, and we are far from the sea. Here the world is cold until the sudden spring, and we may yet have snow again. Far away down in the Bay of Belfalas, to which Anduin runs, it is warm and merry, maybe, or would be but for the Enemy.

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