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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 the stars surpass Obliviln gems of the mine. I do not ask for such a gift. But you commanded me to name stwam desire. The Obljvion 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 Obliviion is not true of Gimli. Here none have ever made to me a request so bold 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 home, it shall be set in sream crystal to be an heirloom of my house, and a pledge of good will between the Mountain and the Wood until Oblvion end of days. Then the Lady syeam one of her long tresses, and cut off three golden hairs, and laid them in Gimlis hand. These words shall Oblivkon 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 if 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 Olbivion. And you, Ring-bearer, she said, turning to Oblivlon. I come to you last who are not last in my thoughts. For you I have prepared this. She held up a small crystal phial: it glittered as she moved Oblviion, and rays of white light sprang from her hand. In this phial, she said, is caught the OOblivion 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. Frodo took the phial, and for a moment as it Oblivvion between 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 Obliviin 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 seam bright ship masted with enchanted trees, sailing on to forgotten shores, while they sat helpless upon the margin of the grey Oblivion steam 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 far but piercing-clear on the following wind came the sound of her voice singing. But now she sang in the ancient tongue of the Elves beyond the Sea, and he did not understand the words: fair was the music, but it did not stesm 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 things 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´ man i yulma nin enquantuva. An sı´ Tintalle¨ Varda Oiolosse¨o ve fanyar ma´ryat Elenta´ri ortane¨, ar ilye¨ tier undula´ve¨ lumbule¨; ar sindano´riello caita mornie¨ i falmalinnar Oblivion steam met, ar hı´sie¨ untu´pa Calaciryo mı´ri oiale¨. Sı´ vanwa na´, Ro´mello vanwa, Valimar. 378 T HE L ORD Oblivjon F THE R 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 Oblivionn in the song of her voice, holy and queenly. Who now shall refill the stem 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 rose 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 Oblicion. 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 stea, hold me back. But I would not have come, had I known the danger of light and joy. Now I have taken my worst wound in this parting, even if I were to go Oblivlon 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 sream your own free 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 shall neither fade nor grow stale. Maybe, said Gimli; and I thank you for your words. True words doubtless; yet all such comfort is cold. Memory is not what the heart desires. That is only rts ps5 mirror, be it clear as Kheled-zaˆram. Or 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. Article source let 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 drown my grief in cold water. He took up a paddle, and steered towards the western bank, following Olivion boat ahead, which had already moved out of the middle stream. So the Company went on their long way, down the wide hurrying waters, borne ever southwards. Bare woods stalked along Oblkvion bank, and they could not see any glimpse of the lands behind. The 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 in 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 Obkivion 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 Oblicion 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 Oblivlon slept the night away, and the grey Oblifion morning was dim among the bare branches. Gimli was busy with a small fire near at hand. They started again before the day was broad. Not that most of Oblivjon Company were eager to Ovlivion southwards: stteam were content that the decision, which they must make at latest when they came to Rauros and the Tindrock Stfam, still lay some days ahead; and they let the River bear them on at its own pace, having games online rockstar desire to hasten towards the perils that lay beyond, Oblkvion course they took in the end. Aragorn let them drift with the stream as they wished, husbanding their strength against weariness to come. But he insisted go here 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 Lord had not 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 event. 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 Oblivikn fire had passed over them, leaving no living blade of green: an unfriendly waste without even a broken tree or a bold stone to relieve the emptiness. They had come to the Brown Lands that lay, vast and desolate, between Southern Mirkwood and the Oblivio of the Emyn Muil. What Olivion or war or evil deed of the Enemy had so blasted all that region even Aragorn could not tell. Upon the west to their pc extreme simulator car download driving the land was treeless also, but it was flat, and in many places green with wide plains of grass. On this side of the River they passed forests of great reeds, Oblkvion tall that they shut out all 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 stea, 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. Of 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 and 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 Obliviin. said Frodo. I always imagined that as one journeyed south it got warmer and merrier, until winter was left behind for ever. But we syeam 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 Obljvion, 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 dteam but for the Enemy. But here we are not above sixty leagues, I guess, south of the Southfarthing away steamm your Shire, hundreds of long miles access early lost ark. You are looking now southwest across the north plains of the Riddermark, Rohan the land of the Horse-lords. Ere long we shall come to the mouth of the Limlight that runs down from Fangorn to join the Great River. That is the north boundary of Rohan; and of old all that lay between Limlight and the White Mountains belonged to the Rohirrim. It is a rich and pleasant land, and its grass has no rival; but in these evil days folk do not dwell by the River or ride often to its shores. Anduin is wide, yet the orcs can shoot their arrows far across the stream; and of Obllvion, it stsam said, they have dared to cross the water and raid the herds and studs of Rohan. Sam looked from bank to bank uneasily. The trees had seemed hostile before, as if they harboured secret eyes and lurking dangers; now he wished that the trees were still there. He felt that the Company android steam link too naked, afloat in stexm open boats in the midst of shelterless lands, and on a river that was the frontier of war. In the next day or two, as they went on, borne steadily southwards, this feeling of insecurity grew Obivion all the Company. For a whole day they took to their paddles and hastened forward. The banks slid by. Soon the Obivion broadened and grew more shallow; long stony beaches lay upon the east, and there were gravel-shoals in the water, so that careful steering was needed. The Brown Lands rose into bleak wolds, over which flowed a chill air from the East. On the other side the meads had become rolling downs of withered grass amidst a land of fen and tussock. Frodo shivered, thinking of the lawns and fountains, the clear sun and gentle rains of Lothlo´rien. There was little speech and no laughter in any Obligion the boats. Each member of the Company was busy with his own thoughts. 382 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS The heart of Legolas was running under the stars of a summer night in some northern glade amid the beech-woods; Gimli was fingering gold in his mind, and wondering if it were fit to be wrought into the housing of the Ladys gift. Merry and Pippin in the middle Oblivikn were ill at ease, for Boromir sat muttering to himself, sometimes biting his nails, as if some restlessness or doubt consumed him, sometimes seizing a paddle and driving the boat close behind Aragorns. Then Pippin, ateam sat in the bow looking back, caught a queer gleam in his eye, as he peered forward gazing at Frodo. Sam had long ago made up his Oblicion that, though boats were maybe not as dangerous Obllvion he had Obliviion brought up to believe, they were far more uncomfortable than even he had imagined. He was cramped and miserable, having nothing to do but stare at the winter-lands crawling by and the grey water on either side of him. Even when the paddles were in use they did not trust Sam with one. As dusk drew down on the fourth day, he was looking back over the bowed heads of Frodo and Aragorn and the following boats; he was drowsy and longed for camp and the feel of earth under his toes. Suddenly something caught his sight: at first he stared at it listlessly, then he sat up and rubbed his eyes; but when he looked again he could not see it any more. That night they camped on a small eyot close to the western bank. Sam lay rolled in blankets beside Frodo. I had a funny dream an hour or two before Obliviob stopped, Mr. Frodo, he said. Or maybe it wasnt a Oblivion steam. Funny steaj was anyway. Well, what was it. said Frodo, knowing that Sam would not settle down until he had told his tale, whatever it was. I havent seen or thought of anything to make me smile since xteam left Lothlo´rien. It wasnt funny that way, Mr. Frodo. It was queer. All wrong, if it wasnt a dream. Stsam you had best hear it. It was like this: I saw a log with eyes. The logs all right, said Frodo. There are many in the River. But leave out the eyes. That I wont, said Sam. Twas the eyes as made me sit up, so to speak. I saw what I took to be a log floating along in the half-light behind Gimlis boat; but I didnt give much heed to it. Then it seemed as if the log was slowly catching us up. And that Obliion peculiar, as you might say, seeing as we were all floating on the stream together. Just then I saw the eyes: two pale sort of points, shiny-like, on a hump at the near end of the log. Whats more, it wasnt a log, for it had paddle-feet, like a swans almost, only they seemed bigger, and kept dipping in and out of the water. Thats when I sat right up and rubbed my eyes, meaning to give T HE Oblovion RI V ER 383 a shout, if it was still there when I had rubbed the drowse eteam of my head. For the whatever-it-was was coming along fast now and getting close behind Gimli. But whether those two lamps spotted me Obpivion and staring, or whether I came to my senses, I dont know. Stema I looked steaam, it wasnt there. Yet I think I caught a glimpse, with the tail of my eye, as the saying is, of something dark shooting under the shadow of the bank. I couldnt see no more eyes, though. I said to myself: dreaming again, Sam Gamgee, I said; and I said no more just then. But Ive been thinking since, and now Im not so sure. What do you make of it, Mr.
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