Властелин колец: Братство кольца
The Mirror of Galadriel
NowasthecompanionssatorwalkedtogethertheyspokeofGandalf,andallthateachhadknownandseenofhimcameclearbeforetheirminds.Astheywerehealedofhurtandwearinessofbodythegriefoftheirlossgrewmorekeen.OftentheyheardnearbyElvishvoicessinging,andknewthattheyweremakingsongsoflamentationforhisfall,fortheycaughthisnameamongthesweetsadwordsthattheycouldnotunderstand.
Mithrandir,MithrandirsangtheElves,OPilgrimGrey!Forsotheylovedtocallhim.ButifLegolaswaswiththeCompany,hewouldnotinterpretthesongsforthem,sayingthathehadnottheskill,andthatforhimthegriefwasstilltoonear,amatterfortearsandnotyetforsong.
ItwasFrodowhofirstputsomethingofhissorrowintohaltingwords.Hewasseldommovedtomakesongorrhyme;eveninRivendellhehadlistenedandhadnotsunghimself,thoughhismemorywasstoredwithmanythingsthatothershadmadebeforehim.ButnowashesatbesidethefountaininLorienandheardabouthimthevoicesoftheElves,histhoughttookshapeinasongthatseemedfairtohim;yetwhenhetriedtorepeatittoSamonlysnatchesremained,fadedasahandfulofwitheredleaves.
WheneveningintheShirewasgrey
hisfootstepsontheHillwereheard;
beforethedawnhewentaway
onjourneylongwithoutaword.
