The Lord of the Rings-指环王(英文版)-第95部分

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'Here　is　the　gift　of　Celeborn　and　Galadriel　to　the　leader　of　your　pany；'　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　Andúril　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　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　only　treasure　that　I　seek。　Yet　it　is　not　yours　to　give　me；　even　if　you　would；　and　only　through　darkness　shall　I　e　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　Celebrían　my　daughter；　and　she　to　hers；　and　now　it　es　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；　for　they　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　Lórien　of　whom　were　sprung　Celebrían　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。　To　Legolas　she　gave　a　bow　such　as　the　Galadhrim　used；　longer　and　stouter　than　the　bows　of　Mirkwood；　and　strung　with　a　string　of　elfhair。　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　Middleearth　that　will　bloom　like　your　garden；　if　you　sprinkle　this　earth　there。　Then　you　may　remember　Galadriel；　and　catch　a　glimpse　far　off　of　Lórien；　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。

'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　Glóin；　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；　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　the　gems　of　the　mine。　I　do　not　ask　for　such　a　gift。　But　you　manded　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　manded　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　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　Gimli's　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　Glóin；　that　your　hands　shall　flow　with　gold；　and　yet　over　you　gold　shall　have　no　dominion。

'And　you；　Ringbearer；'　she　said；　turning　to　Frodo。　'I　e　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　E。rendil's　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　shone　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。

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　pany　took　their　places　in　the　boats　as　before。　Crying　farewell；　the　Elves　of　Lórien　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：　Lórien　was　slipping　backward；　like　a　bright　ship　masted　with　enchanted　trees；　sailing　on　to　fotten　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　southwards。　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　piercingclear　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　fort　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　Elvensong　and　spoke　of　things　little　known　on　Middleearth。

Ai！　lauri。　lantar　lassi　súrinen；
Yéni　únótim。　ve　rámar　aldaron！
Yéni　ve　lint。　yuldar　avánier
mi　oromardi　lissemiruvóreva
Andún。　pella；　Vardo　tellumar
nu　luini　yassen　tintilar　i　eleni
ómaryo　airetárilírinen。
Sí　man　i　yulma　nin　enquantuva？

An　sí　Tintall。　Varda　Oiolosslo

ve　fanyar　máryat　Elentári　ortanl
ar　ily。　tier　undulávl　lumbull；
ar　sindanóriello　caita　mornil
i　falmalinnar　imbl　met；　ar　hísil
untúpa　Calaciryo　míri　oiall。
Si　vanwa　ná；　Rómello　vanwa；　Valimar！
Namári。！　Nai　hiruvaly。　Valimar。
Nai　ely。　hiruva。　Namáril！

'Ah！　like　gold　fall　the　leaves　in　the　wind；　long　years　numberless　as　the　wings　of　trees！　The　long　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　rose　upon　either　side；　and　the　light　of　Lórien　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