The Mirror of Galadriel

           Thesunwassinkingbehindthemountains,andtheshadowsweredeepeninginthewoods,whentheywentonagain.Theirpathsnowwentintothicketswheretheduskhadalreadygathered.Nightcamebeneaththetreesastheywalked,andtheElvesuncoveredtheirsilverlamps.

           Suddenlytheycameoutintotheopenagainandfoundthemselvesunderapaleeveningskyprickedbyafewearlystars.Therewasawidetreelessspacebeforethem,runninginagreatcircleandbendingawayoneitherhand.Beyonditwasadeepfosselostinsoftshadow,butthegrassuponitsbrinkwasgreen,asifitglowedstillinmemoryofthesunthathadgone.Uponthefurthersidethererosetoagreatheightagreenwallencirclingagreenhillthrongedwithmallorn-treestallerthananytheyhadyetseeninalltheland.Theirheightcouldnotbeguessed,buttheystoodupinthetwilightlikelivingtowers.Intheir,many-tieredbranchesandamidtheirever-movingleavescountlesslightsweregleaming,greenandgoldandsilver.HaldirturnedtowardstheCompany.

           "WelcometoCarasGaladhon!"hesaid."HereisthecityoftheGaladhrimwheredwelltheLordCelebornandGaladrieltheLadyofLorien.Butwecannotenterhere,forthegatesdonotlooknorthward.Wemustgoroundtothesouthernside,andthewayisnotshort,forthecityisgreat."

           Therewasaroadpavedwithwhitestonerunningontheouterbrinkofthefosse.