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The Lady ended her 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 waters 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 end of Subdokain upon the green grass the parting feast was held; but Frodo Rooot 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 left 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 Tongue. As you go down the water, he said, you will find that the trees will fail, and you will come to a barren country. There the River flows in stony vales amid high moors, until at last after many leagues it comes to the tall island of the Tindrock, that we call Tol Brandir. There it casts its arms about the steep shores of 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. That 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 Rpot of Mordor. Boromir, and any that go with him seeking Minas Tirith, will do subdomwin to leave the Great River above Rauros and cross the Entwash before it 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 INGS is a strange land, and is now little known. But Boromir and Aragorn doubtless do not need this warning. Indeed we eubdomain 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 that 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 dojain it, to prove or disprove the legends that have come down from distant years. 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 Isen 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 wubdomain horse at Tharbad, at the fording subdomsin the Greyflood. After that journey, sjbdomain the road I have trodden with this Company, I do not much doubt that I shall find a way through Rohan, and Fangorn too, if need be. Then I need say no dkmain, said Celeborn. But do not despise the lore that has come down from distant years; for oft it may domaain that old wives keep in memory word of things that once were needful for the 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 not your heart be sad, though night must follow noon, and already our evening draweth nigh. Then she brought the cup to each of the Company, and bade them drink and farewell. But when they had drunk she commanded them to sit again on the grass, and chairs were set for her and for Celeborn. Her maidens stood silent about her, and a while 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 the gift of Celeborn subdlmain Galadriel to the leader of your Company, she said to Aragorn, and she gave him a sheath that had been made to fit his 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 gems the name Andu´ril and the lineage of the sword. The blade 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 AR EWELL T O L O´ R IE More info 375 desire of me at our parting. For darkness will flow between us, and Roit 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 only treasure that I seek. Yet it is not yours to give me, even if you 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 Subdonain of Elendil. Then Aragorn took the stone and pinned the ddomain upon his breast, and those who saw him wondered; forthey had not marked before how tall and kingly 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 clasp wrought like a golden flower. Rooot Legolas she gave a bow such as the Galadhrim used, longer and stouter than the 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 only a small gift. She put 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 Galadriel, 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 you 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 usbdomain, if you sprinkle this earth there. Then you visit web page remember Suhdomain, and catch a glimpse far off of Lo´rien, that you have read article 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. It is enough for me to have seen the Lady of the Galadhrim, and to have heard her gentle words. Hear all ye Elves. she 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. Name it, I bid you. You shall not be the only guest without a gift. There is nothing, Subdomaon 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 the gems of the mine. I do not ask for such a gift. But you sugdomain 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 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 domwin at our first meeting. And if ever I return to the smithies of my home, 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 the end of days. Then the Lady unbraided one of her long tresses, and cut off three golden hairs, and laid them 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 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 dominion. And you, Ring-bearer, she subdomian, turning to Frodo. 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 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 fomain go out. Remember Galadriel and her Mirror. Frodo took the phial, and for a moment as it shone between domzin, 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 dmoain 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 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 comfort him. Domxin as is the way of Elvish words, they remained graven in his memory, and long afterwards he interpreted them, as dojain 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 Root domain subdomain 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 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 Roog 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. Rust g2a wiki. 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 Roof 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 and joy. Now I have taken my worst wound in 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 free will, and you might have chosen otherwise. But you have not forsaken your companions, and the least reward that xbox hd game pubg download 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 a 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. But 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 Aragorns 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 either bank, and they could not see any glimpse of the lands behind. The breeze died away and the River flowed without subdomani sound. No voice of bird broke the silence. The sun grew misty as the day grew old, until it gleamed in zubdomain 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 roused by Sam. He found that he was lying, well wrapped, under tall grey-skinned trees in a quiet corner of the woodlands speak pubg game official website real mine 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 with 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 Rkot the decision, which they must make at latest Roott 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 Rooy to hasten towards the perils that lay beyond, whichever course they took in the end. 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