Властелин колец: Братство кольца
The Mirror of Galadriel
Healmostcalledaloudthewizard’sname,andthenhesawthatthefigurewasclothednotingreybutinwhite,inawhitethatshonefaintlyinthedusk;andinitshandtherewasawhitestaff.Theheadwassobowedthathecouldseenoface,andpresentlythefigureturnedasideroundabendintheroadandwentoutoftheMirror’sview.DoubtcameintoFrodo’smind:wasthisavisionofGandalfononeofhismanylonelyjourneyslongago,orwasitSaruman?
Thevisionnowchanged.BriefandsmallbutveryvividhecaughtaglimpseofBilbowalkingrestlesslyabouthisroom.Thetablewaslitteredwithdisorderedpapers;rainwasbeatingonthewindows.
Thentherewasapause,andafteritmanyswiftscenesfollowedthatFrodoinsomewayknewtobepartsofagreathistoryinwhichhehadbecomeinvolved.Themistclearedandhesawasightwhichhehadneverseenbeforebutknewatonce:theSea.Darknessfell.Thesearoseandragedinagreatstorm.ThenhesawagainsttheSun,sinkingblood-redintoawrackofclouds,theblackoutlineofatallshipwithtornsailsridingupoutoftheWest.Thenawideriverflowingthroughapopulouscity.Thenawhitefortresswithseventowers.Andthenagainashipwithblacksails,butnowitwasmorningagain,andthewaterrippledwithlight,andabannerbearingtheemblemofawhitetreeshoneinthesun.
