Властелин колец: Братство кольца
The Mirror of Galadriel
Alongthistheywentwestward,withthecityeverclimbinguplikeagreencloudupontheirleft;andasthenightdeepenedmorelightssprangforth,untilallthehillseemedafirewithstars.Theycameatlasttoawhitebridge,andcrossingfoundthegreatgatesofthecity:theyfacedsouth-west,setbetweentheendsoftheencirclingwallthathereoverlapped,andtheyweretallandstrong,andhungwithmanylamps.
Haldirknockedandspoke,andthegatesopenedsoundlessly;butofguardsFrodocouldseenosign.Thetravellerspassedwithin,andthegatesshutbehindthem.Theywereinadeeplanebetweentheendsofthewall,andpassingquicklythroughittheyenteredtheCityoftheTrees.Nofolkcouldtheysee,norhearanyfeetuponthepaths;butthereweremanyvoices,aboutthem,andintheairabove.Farawayuponthehilltheycouldhearthesoundofsingingfallingfromonhighlikesoftrainuponleaves.
Theywentalongmanypathsandclimbedmanystairs,untiltheycametothehighplacesandsawbeforethemamidawidelawnafountainshimmering.Itwaslitbysilverlampsthatswungfromtheboughsoftrees,anditfellintoabasinofsilver,fromwhichawhitestreamspilled.Uponthesouthsideofthelawntherestoodthemightiestofallthetrees;itsgreatsmoothbolegleamedlikegreysilk,andupittowered,untilitsfirstbranches,farabove,openedtheirhugelimbsundershadowycloudsofleaves.Besideitabroadwhiteladderstood,andatitsfootthreeElveswereseated.
