the fellowship of the ring-第96部分

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'To　me　it　seemed　exceedingly　strange；'　said　Boromir。　‘Maybe　it　was　only　atest；　and　she　thought　to　read　our　thoughts　for　her　own　good　purpose；　butalmost　I　should　have　said　that　she　was　tempting　us；　and　offering　what　shepretended　to　have　the　power　to　give。　It　need　not　be　said　that　I　refused　tolisten。　The　Men　of　Minas　Tirith　are　true　to　their　word。'　But　what　he　thoughtthat　the　Lady　had　offered　him　Boromir　did　not　tell。　
And　as　for　Frodo；　he　would　not　speak；　though　Boromir　pressed　him　withquestions。　‘She　held　you　long　in　her　gaze；　Ring…bearer；'　he　said。　
‘Yes；'　said　Frodo；　‘but　whatever　came　into　my　mind　then　I　will　keepthere。'　　
‘Well；　have　a　care！　'　said　Boromir。　‘I　do　not　feel　too　sure　of　thisElvish　Lady　and　her　purposes。'　
‘Speak　no　evil　of　the　Lady　Galadriel！　'　said　Aragorn　sternly。　'You　knownot　what　you　say。　There　is　in　her　and　in　this　land　no　evil；　unless　a　man　bringit　hither　himself。　Then　let　him　beware！　But　tonight　I　shall　sleep　without　fearfor　the　first　time　since　I　left　Rivendell。　And　may　I　sleep　deep；　and　forgetfor　a　while　my　grief！　I　am　weary　in　body　and　in　heart。'　He　cast　himself　downupon　his　couch　and　fell　at　once　into　a　long　sleep。　　
　
The　others　soon　did　the　same；　and　no　sound　or　dream　disturbed　theirslumber。　When　they　woke　they　found　that　the　light　of　day　was　broad　upon　thelawn　before　the　pavilion。　and　the　fountain　rose　and　fell　glittering　in　thesun。　　
They　remained　some　days　in　Lothlórien；　so　far　as　they　could　tell　orremember。　All　the　while　that　they　dwelt　there　the　sun　shone　clear；　save　for　agentle　rain　that　fell　at　times；　and　passed　away　leaving　all　things　fresh　andclean。　The　air　was　cool　and　soft；　as　if　it　were　early　spring；　yet　they　feltabout　them　the　deep　and　thoughtful　quiet　of　winter。　It　seemed　to　them　thatthey　did　little　but　eat　and　drink　and　rest；　and　walk　among　the　trees；　and　itwas　enough。　
They　had　not　seen　the　Lord　and　Lady　again；　and　they　had　little　speechwith　the　Elven…folk；　for　few　of　these　knew　or　would　use　the　Westron　tongue。　
Haldir　had　bidden　them　farewell　and　gone　back　again　to　the　fences　of　theNorth；　where　great　watch　was　now　kept　since　the　tidings　of　Moria　that　thepany　had　brought。　Legolas　was　away　much　among　the　Galadhrim；　and　after　thefirst　night　he　did　not　sleep　with　the　other　panions；　though　he　returned　toeat　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；　andall　that　each　had　known　and　seen　of　him　came　clear　before　their　minds。　As　theywere　healed　of　hurt　and　weariness　of　body　the　grief　of　their　loss　grew　morekeen。　Often　they　heard　nearby　Elvish　voices　singing；　and　knew　that　they　weremaking　songs　of　lamentation　for　his　fall；　for　they　caught　his　name　among　thesweet　sad　words　that　they　could　not　understand。　
_Mithrandir；　Mithrandir_　sang　the　Elves；　_O　Pilgrim　Grey！_For　so　theyloved　to　call　him。　But　if　Legolas　was　with　the　pany；　he　would　not　interpretthe　songs　for　them；　saying　that　he　had　not　the　skill；　and　that　for　him　thegrief　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。　Hewas　seldom　moved　to　make　song　or　rhyme；　even　in　Rivendell　he　had　listened　andhad　not　sung　himself；　though　his　memory　was　stored　with　many　things　thatothers　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　songthat　seemed　fair　to　him；　yet　when　he　tried　to　repeat　it　to　Sam　only　snatchesremained；　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　dragon…lair　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　trumpet…voice；　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　Khazad…d。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　wordabout　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。　But…well。　I　can'ttalk　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　hadfallen：　he　knew　somehow　that　the　time　was　very　near　when　he　must　leaveLothlórien。　　
‘What　do　you　think　of　Elves　now；　Sam？　'　he　said。　‘I　asked　you　the　samequestion　once　before…it　seems　a　very　long　while　ago；　but　you　have　seen　more　ofthem　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'twanderers　or　homeless；　and　seem　a　bit　nearer　to　the　likes　of　us：　they　seem　tobelong　here；　more　even　than　Hobbits　do　in　the　Shire。　Whether　they've　made　theland；　or　the　land's　made　them；　it's　hard　to　say；　if　you　take　my　meaning。　It'swonderfully　quiet　here。　Nothing　seems　to　be　going　on；　and　nobody　seems　to　wantit　to。　If　there's　any　magic　about；　it's　right　down　deep；　where　I　can't　lay　myhands　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　likepoor　Gandalf　used　to　show。　I　wonder　we　don't　see　nothing　of　the　Lord　and　Ladyin　all　these　days。　I　fancy　now　that　_she_　could　do　some　wonderful　things；　ifshe　had　a　mind。　I'd　dearly　love　to　see　some　Elf…magic；　Mr。　Frodo！　'　
'I　wouldn't；'　said　Frodo。　‘I　am　content。　And　I　don't　miss　Gandalf'sfireworks；　but　his　bushy　eyebrows；　and　his　quick　temper；　and　his　voice。'　
‘You're　right；'　said　Sam。　‘And　don't　think　I'm　finding　fault。　I've　oftenwanted　to　see　a　bit　of　magic　like　what　it　tells　of　in　old　tales；　but　I'venever　heard　of　a　better　land　than　this。　It's　like　being　at　home　and　on　aholiday　at　the　same　time；　if　you　understand　me。　I　don't　want　to　leave。　All　thesame；　I'm　beginning　to　feel　that　if　we've　got　to　go　on；　then　we'd　best　get　itover。　　
'_It's　the　job　that's　never　started　as　takes　longest　to　finish_；　as　myold　gaffer　used　to　say。　And　I　don't　reckon　that　these　folk　can　do　much　more　tohelp　us；　magic　or　no。　It's　when　we　leave　this　land　that　we　shall　miss　Gandalfworse；　I'm　thinking。'　
'I　am　afraid　that's　only　too　true；　Sam；'　said　Frodo。　‘Yet　I　hope　verymuch　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；　theLady　Galadriel　approaching。　Tall　and　white　and　fair　she　walked　beneath　thetrees。　She　spoke　no　word；　but　beckoned　to　them。　
Turning　aside；　she　led　them　toward　the　southern　slopes　of　the　hill　ofCaras　Galadhon；　and　passing　through　a　high　green　hedge　they　came　into　anenclosed　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　along　flight　of　steps　the　Lady　went　into　a　deep　green　hollow；　through　which　ranmurmuring　the　silver　stream　that　issued　from　the　fountain　on　the　hill。　At　thebottom；　upon　a　low　pedestal　carved　like　a　branching　tree；　stood　a　basin　ofsilver。　wide　and　shallow；　and　beside　it　stood　a　silver　ewer。　
With　water　from　the　stream　Galadriel　filled　the　basin　to　the　brim；　andbreathed　on　it；　and　when　the　water　was　still　again　she　spoke。　‘Here　is　theMirror　of　Galadriel；'　she　said。　'I　have　brought　you　here　so　that　you　may　lookin　it；　if　you　will。'　
The　air　was　very　still；　and　the　dell　was　dark；　and　the　Elf…lady　besidehim　was　tall　and　pale。　'What　shall　we　look　for；　and　what　shall　we　see？　'　askedFrodo；　filled　with　awe。　
‘Many　things　I　can　mand　the　Mirror　to　reveal；'　she　answered；　‘and　tosome　I　can　show　what　they　desire　to　see。　But　the　Mirror　will　also　show　thingsunbidden；　and　those　are　often　stranger　and　more　profitable　than　things　whichwe　wish　to　behold。　What　you　will　see；　if　you　leave　the　Mirror　free　to　work；　Icannot　tell。　For　it　shows　things　that　were；　and　things　that　are；　things　thatyet　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　wouldcall　magic。　I　believe；　though　I　do　not　understand　clearly　what　they　mean；　andthey　seem　also　to　use　the　same　word　of　the　deceits　of　the　Enemy。　But　this；　ifyou　will；　is　the　magic　of　G