The Lord of the Rings-指环王(英文版)-第74部分

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；　until　you　were　healed　and　refreshed。　Now　you　shall　rest；　and　we　will　not　speak　of　your　further　road　for　a　while。'

That　night　the　pany　slept　upon　the　ground；　much　to　the　satisfaction　of　the　hobbits。　The　Elves　spread　for　them　a　pavilion　among　the　trees　near　the　fountain；　and　in　it　they　laid　soft　couches；　then　speaking　words　of　peace　with　fair　elvish　voices　they　left　them。　For　a　little　while　the　travellers　talked　of　their　night　before　in　the　treetops；　and　of　their　day's　journey；　and　of　the　Lord　and　Lady；　for　they　had　not　yet　the　heart　to　look　further　back。

'What　did　you　blush　for；　Sam？　'　said　Pippin。　'You　soon　broke　down。　Anyone　would　have　thought　you　had　a　guilty　conscience。　I　hope　it　was　nothing　worse　than　a　wicked　plot　to　steal　one　of　my　blankets。'

'I　never　thought　no　such　thing；'　answered　Sam；　in　no　mood　for　jest。　'If　you　want　to　know；　I　felt　as　if　I　hadn't　got　nothing　on；　and　I　didn't　like　it。　She　seemed　to　be　looking　inside　me　and　asking　me　what　I　would　do　if　she　gave　me　the　chance　of　flying　back　home　to　the　Shire　to　a　nice　little　hole　withwith　a　bit　of　garden　of　my　own。'

'That's　funny；'　said　Merry。　'Almost　exactly　what　I　felt　myself；　only；　only　well；　I　don't　think　I'II　say　any　more；'　he　ended　lamely。

All　of　them；　it　seemed；　had　fared　alike：　each　had　felt　that　he　was　offered　a　choice　between　a　shadow　full　of　fear　that　lay　ahead；　and　something　that　he　greatly　desired：　clear　before　his　mind　it　lay；　and　to　get　it　he　had　only　to　turn　aside　from　the　road　and　leave　the　Quest　and　the　war　against　Sauron　to　others。

'And　it　seemed　to　me；　too；'　said　Gimli；　'that　my　choice　would　remain　secret　and　known　only　to　myself。'

'To　me　it　seemed　exceedingly　strange；'　said　Boromir。　'Maybe　it　was　only　a　test；　and　she　thought　to　read　our　thoughts　for　her　own　good　purpose；　but　almost　I　should　have　said　that　she　was　tempting　us；　and　offering　what　she　pretended　to　have　the　power　to　give。　It　need　not　be　said　that　I　refused　to　listen。　The　Men　of　Minas　Tirith　are　true　to　their　word。'　But　what　he　thought　that　the　Lady　had　offered　him　Boromir　did　not　tell。

And　as　for　Frodo；　he　would　not　speak；　though　Boromir　pressed　him　with　questions。　'She　held　you　long　in　her　gaze；　Ringbearer；'　he　said。

'Yes；'　said　Frodo；　'but　whatever　came　into　my　mind　then　I　will　keep　there。'

'Well；　have　a　care！'　said　Boromir。　'I　do　not　feel　too　sure　of　this　Elvish　Lady　and　her　purposes。'

'Speak　no　evil　of　the　Lady　Galadriel！'　said　Aragorn　sternly。　'You　know　not　what　you　say。　There　is　in　her　and　in　this　land　no　evil；　unless　a　man　bring　it　hither　himself。　Then　let　him　beware！　But　tonight　I　shall　sleep　without　fear　for　the　first　time　since　I　left　Rivendell。　And　may　I　sleep　deep；　and　fet　for　a　while　my　grief！　I　am　weary　in　body　and　in　heart。'　He　cast　himself　down　upon　his　couch　and　fell　at　once　into　a　long　sleep。

The　others　soon　did　the　same；　and　no　sound　or　dream　disturbed　their　slumber。　When　they　woke　they　found　that　the　light　of　day　was　broad　upon　the　lawn　before　the　pavilion。　and　the　fountain　rose　and　fell　glittering　in　the　sun。

They　remained　some　days　in　Lothlórien；　so　far　as　they　could　tell　or　remember。　All　the　while　that　they　dwelt　there　the　sun　shone　clear；　save　for　a　gentle　rain　that　fell　at　times；　and　passed　away　leaving　all　things　fresh　and　clean。　The　air　was　cool　and　soft；　as　if　it　were　early　spring；　yet　they　felt　about　them　the　deep　and　thoughtful　quiet　of　winter。　It　seemed　to　them　that　they　did　little　but　eat　and　drink　and　rest；　and　walk　among　the　trees；　and　it　was　enough。

They　had　not　seen　the　Lord　and　Lady　again；　and　they　had　little　speech　with　the　Elvenfolk；　for　few　of　these　knew　or　would　use　the　Westron　tongue。　Haldir　had　bidden　them　farewell　and　gone　back　again　to　the　fences　of　the　North；　where　great　watch　was　now　kept　since　the　tidings　of　Moria　that　the　pany　had　brought。　Legolas　was　away　much　among　the　Galadhrim；　and　after　the　first　night　he　did　not　sleep　with　the　other　panions；　though　he　returned　to　eat　and　talk　with　them。　Often　he　took　Gimli　with　him　when　he　went　abroad　in　the　land；　and　the　others　wondered　at　this　change。

Now　as　the　panions　sat　or　walked　together　they　spoke　of　Gandalf；　and　all　that　each　had　known　and　seen　of　him　came　clear　before　their　minds。　As　they　were　healed　of　hurt　and　weariness　of　body　the　grief　of　their　loss　grew　more　keen。　Often　they　heard　nearby　Elvish　voices　singing；　and　knew　that　they　were　making　songs　of　lamentation　for　his　fall；　for　they　caught　his　name　among　the　sweet　sad　words　that　they　could　not　understand。

Mithrandir；　Mithrandir　sang　the　Elves；　O　Pilgrim　Grey！　For　so　they　loved　to　call　him。　But　if　Legolas　was　with　the　pany；　he　would　not　interpret　the　songs　for　them；　saying　that　he　had　not　the　skill；　and　that　for　him　the　grief　was　still　too　near；　a　matter　for　tears　and　not　yet　for　song。

It　was　Frodo　who　first　put　something　of　his　sorrow　into　halting　words。　He　was　seldom　moved　to　make　song　or　rhyme；　even　in　Rivendell　he　had　listened　and　had　not　sung　himself；　though　his　memory　was　stored　with　many　things　that　others　had　made　before　him。　But　now　as　he　sat　beside　the　fountain　in　Lórien　and　heard　about　him　the　voices　of　the　Elves；　his　thought　took　shape　in　a　song　that　seemed　fair　to　him；　yet　when　he　tried　to　repeat　it　to　Sam　only　snatches　remained；　faded　as　a　handful　of　withered　leaves。

When　evening　in　the　Shire　was　grey
his　footsteps　on　the　Hill　were　heard；
before　the　dawn　he　went　away
on　journey　long　without　a　word。

From　Wilderland　to　Western　shore；
from　northern　waste　to　southern　hill；
through　dragonlair　and　hidden　door
and　darkling　woods　he　walked　at　will。

With　Dwarf　and　Hobbit；　Elves　and　Men；
with　mortal　and　immortal　folk；
with　bird　on　bough　and　beast　in　den；
in　their　own　secret　tongues　he　spoke。

A　deadly　sword；　a　healing　hand；
a　back　that　bent　beneath　its　load；
a　trumpetvoice；　a　burning　brand；
a　weary　pilgrim　on　the　road。

A　lord　of　wisdom　throned　he　sat；
swift　in　anger；　quick　to　laugh；
an　old　man　in　a　battered　hat
who　leaned　upon　a　thorny　staff。

He　stood　upon　the　bridge　alone
and　Fire　and　Shadow　both　defied；
his　staff　was　broken　on　the　stone；
in　Khazadd？m　his　wisdom　died。

'Why；　you'll　be　beating　Mr。　Bilbo　next！'　said　Sam。

'No；　I　am　afraid　not；'　said　Frodo。　'But　that　is　the　best　I　can　do　yet。'

'Well；　Mr。　Frodo；　if　you　do　have　another　go；　I　hope　you'll　say　a　word　about　his　fireworks；'　said　Sam。　'Something　like　this：

The　finest　rockets　ever　seen：
they　burst　in　stars　of　blue　and　green；
or　after　thunder　golden　showers
came　falling　like　a　rain　of　flowers。

Though　that　doesn't　do　them　justice　by　a　long　road。'

'No；　I'll　leave　that　to　you；　Sam。　Or　perhaps　to　Bilbo。　Butwell。　I　can't　talk　of　it　any　more。　I　can't　bear　to　think　of　bringing　the　news　to　him。'

One　evening　Frodo　and　Sam　were　walking　together　in　the　cool　twilight。　Both　of　them　felt　restless　again。　On　Frodo　suddenly　the　shadow　of　parting　had　fallen：　he　knew　somehow　that　the　time　was　very　near　when　he　must　leave　Lothlórien。

'What　do　you　think　of　Elves　now；　Sam？　'　he　said。　'I　asked　you　the　same　question　once　beforeit　seems　a　very　long　while　ago；　but　you　have　seen　more　of　them　since　then。'

'I　have　indeed！'　said　Sam。　'And　I　reckon　there's　Elves　and　Elves。　They're　all　elvish　enough；　but　they're　not　all　the　same。　Now　these　folk　aren't　wanderers　or　homeless；　and　seem　a　bit　nearer　to　the　likes　of　us：　they　seem　to　belong　here；　more　even　than　Hobbits　do　in　the　Shire。　Whether　they've　made　the　land；　or　the　land's　made　them；　it's　hard　to　say；　if　you　take　my　meaning。　It's　wonderfully　quiet　here。　Nothing　seems　to　be　going　on；　and　nobody　seems　to　want　it　to。　If　there's　any　magic　about；　it's　right　down　deep；　where　I　can't　lay　my　hands　on　it；　in　a　manner　of　speaking。'

'You　can　see　and　feel　it　everywhere；'　said　Frodo。

'Well；'　said　Sam；　'you　can't　see　nobody　working　it。　No　fireworks　like　poor　Gandalf　used　to　show。　I　wonder　we　don't　see　nothing　of　the　Lord　and　Lady　in　all　these　days。　I　fancy　now　that　she　could　do　some　wonderful　things；　if　she　had　a　mind。　I'd　dearly　love　to　see　some　Elfmagic；　Mr。　Frodo！'

'I　wouldn't；'　said　Frodo。　'I　am　content。　And　I　don't　miss　Gandalf's　fireworks；　but　his　bushy　eyebroper；　and　his　voice。'

'You're　right；'　said　Sam。　'And　don't　think　I'm　finding　fault。　I've　often　wanted　to　see　a　bit　of　magic　like　what　it　tells　of　in　old　tales；　but　I've　never　heard　of　a　better　land　than　this。　It's　like　being　at　home　and　on　a　holiday　at　the　same　time；　if　you　understand　me。　I　don't　want　to　leave。　All　the　same；　I'm　beginning　to　feel　that　if　we've　got　to　go　on；　then　we'd　best　get　it　over。

'It's　the　job　that's　never　started　as　takes　longest　to　finish；　as　my　old　gaffer　used　to　say。　And　I　don't　reckon　that　these　folk　can　do　much　more　to　help　us；　magic　or　no。　It's　when　we　leave　this　land　that　we　shall　miss　Gandalf　worse；　I'm　thinking。'

'I　am　afraid　that's　only　too　true；　Sam；'　said　Frodo。　'Yet　I　hope　very　much　that　before　we　leave　we　shall　see　the　Lady　of　the　Elves　again。'

Even　as　he　spoke；　they　saw；　as　if　she　came　in　answer　to　their　words；　the　Lady　Galadriel　approaching。　Tall　and　white　and　fair　she　walked　beneath　the　trees。　She　spoke　no　word；　but　beckoned　to　them。

Turning　aside；　she　led　them　toward　the　southern　slopes　of　the　hill　of　Caras　Galadhon；　and　passing　through　a　high　green　hedge　they　came　into　an　enclosed　garden。　No　trees　grew　there；　and　it　lay　open　to　the　sky。　The　evening　star　had　risen　and　was　shining　with　white　fire　above　the　western　woods。　Down　a　long　flight　of　steps　the　Lady　went　into　a　deep　green　hollow；　through　which　ran　murmuring　the　silver　stream　that　issued　from　the　fountain　on　the　hill。　At　the　bottom；　upon　a　low　pedestal　carved　like　a　branching　tree；　stood　a　basin　of　silver。　wide　and　shallow；　and　beside　it　stood　a　silver　ewer。

With　water　from　the　stream　Galadriel　filled　the　basin　to　the　brim；　and　breathed　on　it；　and　when　the　water　was　still　again　she　spoke。　'Here　is　the　Mirror　of　Galadriel；'　she　said。　'I　have　brought　you　here　so　that　you　may　look　in　it；　if　you　will。'

The　air　was　very　still；　and　the　dell　was　dark；　and　the　Elflady　beside　him　was　tall　and　pale。　'What　shall　we　look　for；　and　what　shall　we　see？　'　asked　Frodo；　filled　with　awe。

'Many　things　I　can　mand　the　Mirror　to　reveal；'　she　answered；　'and　to　some　I　can　show　what　they　desire　to　see。　But　the　Mirror　will　also　show　things　unbidden；　and　those　are　often　stranger　and　more　profitable　than　things　which　we　wish　to　behold。　What　you　will　see；　if　you　leave　the　Mirror　free　to　work；　I　cannot　tell。　For　it　shows　things　that　were；　and　things　that　are；　things　that　yet　may　be。　But　which　it　is　that　he　sees；　even　the　wisest　cannot　always　tell。　Do　you　wish　to　look？　'

Frodo　did　not　answer。

'And　you？　'　she　said；　turning　to　Sam。　'For　this　is　what　your　folk　would　call　magic。　I　believe；　though　I　do　not　understand　clearly　what　they　mean；　and　they　seem　also　to　use　the　same　word　of　the　deceits　of　the　Enemy。　But　this；　if　you　will；　is　the　magic　of　Galadriel。　Did　you　not　say　that　you　wished　to　see　Elfmagic？　'

'I　did；'　said　Sam；　trembling　a　little　between　fear　and　curiosity。　'I'll　have　a　peep；　Lady；　if　you're　willing。'

'And　I'd　not　mind　a　glimpse　of　what's　going　on　at　home；'　he　said　in　an　aside　to　Frodo。　'It　seems　a　terrible　long　time　that　I've　been　away。　But　there；　like　as　not　I'll　only　see　the　stars；　or　someth