Dragonborn from Lord of the Rings

Chapter 204 Farewell to Lorien

There was silence in the house, and Frodo was thinking about what to say, while Noratul looked up from time to time as he watched the hobbit's body and mind.

"I wish you would tell me what happened!" began Frodo, "I remember we were flying through the air, but I heard one, no, three voices, and then I don't remember. "

"Madame Galadriel must have told you that this ring is very dangerous." Noratu stared at Frodo.

"Indeed it is," said Frodo.

Noratul hesitated for a moment, then sighed: "Frodo, though I hate to admit it, it is a pity that even a dragon is not immune to its magic! Smaug wants to seduce you: his love for Sauron Weapons also have greed and desire, but he dare not snatch them openly, because he swore an oath to my father! But we should never forget that not all of Smaug's hearts are good. Creations of destruction from birth, and you should know that the voice of a dragon is magical."

Frodo thought of what he saw that day, and shuddered, and the headache that had been relieved began again. "He almost succeeded." said Frodo, "If it were not for you, our task must have already been completed. Failure. It made me feel uneasy and scared."

Noratu's eyes fell on the hobbit's neck, to be precise, on the ring, and he said seriously: "Your worry is very necessary, Frodo, even I, can't tell I despise its power. But I will do my best to protect you from this mission."

"I do not doubt it," said Frodo.But what about Smaug?he thinks.A solemn atmosphere enveloped the two of them.Until Frodo couldn't help asking: "What did you do while I was unconscious?"

Noratu just smiled, and he signaled to Frodo not to worry, "I reiterated the oath, the Arakanor family is still above old Smaug. Then I rode the dragon and headed south to Rohan After investigation, it turned out that things went smoother than we expected. The northern army has defeated the devil's minions, and they are advancing towards Gondor, and Sauron's sight is firmly attracted."

Although Noratu spoke as if he were only going on a picnic, Frodo was keenly aware of the worry hidden in the prince's words. "You did not mention Nazgul, I heard that the Ringwraiths have risen," blurted Frodo.

Noratu was surprised, he stared at the hobbit, and a majesty rose from him. "Where did you hear that?"

The golden vertical pupils of the Dragonborn Prince disturbed Frodo greatly.But he refused to tell Noratu what he had seen in Galadriel's mirror, not because he distrusted him, but because Frodo did not know how to explain it.For Galadriel also said that what he saw may or may not be beneficial.

Let me bear it alone, thought Frodo.

"The power of the One Ring allows me to see them," he said. "Even though I don't want that ability, it does give me a certain connection to them."

Noratu stared at him closely, refusing to let go of any changes in the details of the hobbit's face.But maybe after the baptism of elf magic, or maybe the power of the Lord of the Rings did flow in him, the son of Turka could not get more information from Frodo's face.And Noratu refused to use the power of the dragonborn, so even though he knew what the hobbit was hiding, Noratu could only comfort himself that Frodo did get some magical abilities from the ring.

So after a long silence, Noratu said, "Sauron's minions are indeed staring at the eastern sky. But as I said, the Northern Alliance Army is marching towards Minas Tirith, and Sauron's sight is attracted." To the south, a gap appeared in the eastern sky."

Frodo felt relieved for a while. To tell the truth, it took too much willpower and courage to hide from the Dragonborn, and Frodo could hardly bear to speak everything.

"That is good news." Frodo nodded, but looked pale.

"For the time being." Noratu stared at Frodo's pale face, shook his head, and said worriedly: "But your current situation does not allow you to leave immediately, Frodo, I have a hunch that this is This is our last chance, and when Sauron reacts, Mordor's defenses will definitely be tighter."

"The Queen of Elves will take care of me, and I am better than I was at first," insisted Frodo.

"But it's not enough." Noratu said: "Come on, we still have a little time, I hope you can fully recover within a few days, and then we will set off."

Frodo was not very willing, but the headache kept haunting him, so he could only agree.They stopped talking.

After talking with Galadriel, the elves also came out from various hidden crowns and flowers, and they took care of the two of them properly.Among them, Haldir, the Silvan Elf, is the representative of the elves. He arranges the lives of the two of them in a meticulous and elegant manner, which greatly relieves their tired hearts.

So Frodo and Noratul stayed some days in Lothlórien.When they lived there, the sun was shining brightly, the sky was clear, and there were only occasional drizzles, after which everything was fresh and clean.The wind was cool and soft, like early spring, but they felt the deep and meaningful peace of winter around them.They feel that they have done nothing but eat, drink, rest, and walk in the woods.And that's enough for them.

During these days, Frodo was not able to see Galadriel again, and it seemed that the Queen of Elves was busy with her affairs and had no time to talk to them, which made Frodo extremely regretful.

Finally, on the fifth day, they decided to go.

That day, after breakfast, Frodo and Noratu said goodbye to the lawn by the fountain.Frodo's heart was heavy now.Because it was a beautiful place, and although he couldn't remember how many days and nights he had spent here, it already felt like home.As they stood for a moment, looking at the spring of water shining white in the sun, Haldir came towards them across the grassy clearing.He has a package in his hand.

Frodo greeted him cheerfully.

"I'm sorry to hear the news of your departure, but we all know that this separation is necessary, so the elves will not keep their guests, but wish them a smooth future." Haldir first asked Turka Son bowed slightly, and then addressed Frodo with a smile. "May the light of Varda's star shine on them forever"

"That is more than anything else," said Frodo, "for there is nothing more heart-warming in these troubled times than a bright future."

"It seems that what the elves have left for you." Haldir laughed: "Idiots will not understand this, but the hobbits said what they wanted to express."

Frodo bowed slightly in gratitude.

Haldir came back and returned the gift.Then he handed over the package in his hand, and stated that it was a gift from Lady Galadriel to the ring bearer.Note that here Haldir uses a singular he, that is to say, the son of Turka did not receive the gift from the elves.

But obviously, Noratu didn't mind, because the Arakanor family owned something richer and more beautiful than the middle-earth elves today, and Galadriel understood this.

Frodo opened it, and saw that the Elves had given him a hooded cloak made for him, made of silk woven by the Men of Galaz, light but warm.It's hard to say what color it is: under the trees it looks like a twilight gray; but moved, or in another light, it looks like a rich shade of green; at night it looks like the color of a fallow field. Brown; watery dull silver in starlight.Each cloak fastened at the neck with a brooch of green leaves veined with silver.

"Is there magic in this cloak?" asked Frodo, looking at it in wonder.

"I don't know what you mean by that," replied Haldir, "it is a fine garment, of fine texture, for it is made here, and must be elf-like, if you are such Meaning. Leaves and branches, waters and rocks: this robe possesses the color and beauty of all things bathed in the twilight of our beloved Lorien; Everything handcrafted. It's still clothing, not armor, though, and it won't make you invulnerable. It should help you a lot though: it's light to wear, and keeps you warm or cool if necessary. You'll also I found that whether you walk in the mountains or among the rocks, it can help you avoid those hostile eyes very effectively. Madam really values ​​you very much! Because these clothes are woven by Madam herself, we have never let outsiders wear them in the past Wear the clothing of the tribe."

It was a great honor indeed to Frodo, and he put on the cloak with joy.Then he found that the cold wind in the morning had no effect on him anymore, and he felt warm: there was also a crystal vial in the gift, which seemed to be filled with starlight, and the white light came out through the bottle, gorgeous and charming.

"This bottle was prepared for you by the lady, and it was caught from the fountain of Galadriel, the light of the star of Eärendil," said Haldir. "When the night surrounds you, it Instead, it shines brighter. May it be your light in the dark when all lights are extinguished. Remember Galadriel and her water mirror! This is what the queen asked me to convey to you."

Frodo took the bottle, and for a moment it shone between them, and he seemed to see again the tall, great and beautiful figure of the Queen of the Elvens, though no longer terrible.He bowed to the tallest mallon tree, but was speechless.

"And you." Haldir said respectfully to Turka's son: "Madame said that there is nothing in Middle Continent that can make the Arakano family more honorable, so the Galazmen will not send out a gift that would make both parties feel ashamed." A gift. But the son of Turka should know that the blessing of the elves is always with you."

Noratu also bowed slightly to show his gratitude.

And just like that, they ended their farewell.The green paths were deserted as Frodo and Noratul led Haldir through Karasgarathon.But in the trees above they heard voices whispering and singing, but they themselves went on in silence.

At last Haldir led them down the southern slope of the hill, to a gate hung with many lamps, and onto a white bridge.Then he went out and left the city of elves.

Then they turned off the stone-paved road, and took a path that led deep into the Mallon Woods, and went on, winding through the rolling woodland mottled with silver shadows, and going down, first south and then east, To the banks of the Anduin.

They walked for about ten miles and came to a high green wall. It was almost noon now.Through a door in the wall they were suddenly out of the woods, and before them lay a long lawn, bright green, dotted with little golden Elano flowers that winked in the sun.The lawn stretched forward in a narrow tongue, and the headland was very bright to the left and right: to the west on the right ran the Shining Silver Vein;

On the other side of the two rivers there was still forest, stretching south as far as the eye could see, but all the banks were barren.After leaving the land of Lórien, there was no Mallon tree to lift its branches laden with golden leaves.

At this point, Frodo and Noratul officially left the Golden Forest.

"Please allow me to say goodbye to my elf friends here." Haldir stopped and said to Frodo in that elegant and noble tone: "I have a feeling that we will not meet again in Middle-earth, but Maybe we can meet again on the other side of the sea, and may the friendship between elves and hobbits last forever."

Frodo couldn't help looking back. He seemed to see the noble lady raising her hand on the thousand-foot-high mallon tree to say her last farewell. Although the distance was far away, her singing came with the wind, and it was very clear. .But this time she sang in the old language of the elves from beyond the sea, and he could not understand the words: the melody was beautiful, but it gave him no comfort.

Yet they also functioned in the language of the Elvish, engraved on his memory, and later he translated the words, as best he could: it was the language of Elvish ballads, and spoke of things little known in Middle-earth.

Ai! lauri lantar lassi súrinen,

yéni únótim ve rámar aldaron!
Yeni ve lint yuldar avánier
mi oromardi lisse-miruvóreva
Andún pella, Vardo tellumar
nu luini yassen tintilar i eleni
ómaryo airetári-lírinen.
Sí man i yulma nin enquantuva?
An sí Tintall Varda Oiolosso
ve fanyar máryat Elentári ortan
ar ily tier unduláv lumbul;
ar sindanóriello caita morni
i falmalinnar imb met, ar hísi
untúpa ​​Calaciryo míri oial.
Sí vanwa ná, Rómello vanwa, Valimar!
Namári! Nai hiruvaly Valimar.
Nai ely hiruva. ​​Namári!
And translated into the language we are familiar with is: Ah, the leaves are falling like gold in the wind,
the years go by,
Innumerable as the feathers and leaves of trees,

Like the mead flowing in the hall on the other side!
In Varda's sacred song,
Stars twinkle in the dark blue sky overhead.

Who will fill my glass now?
On the top of Yongjie Mountain,

Varda after the stars that lighted the stars,

I have raised my hands high, covering them like clouds,
Every way home is deeply covered in fog and shadow.

On the gray sea that divides the two shores, darkness covers the white waves,

Fog obscured the light of the Karakirya Pass.

Where do I look now, where do I wait for this shore

Willima, the city of the Lord God?
Bye now!May you see Velima,
Have a safe trip!May you finally see Velima.

"Farewell, Lothlórien!" cried Frodo, feeling suddenly a little sad, "Farewell, Haldir, and may we meet again." Then, it landed in front of the three of them.

Noratu and Frodo boarded the dragon, which was not allowed to stay in the territory of Galazmen, soared up and flew towards Mordor.

　On the third day of the Lunar New Year, I wish all the lovely book lovers great fortune and great spirit!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)