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Said Frodo. You seem to have a lot of names. Well, Strider is one that I havent heard before, anyway, said Bilbo. What do you call him that for. They call me that in Bree, said Strider laughing, and that is how I was introduced to him. M AN Y MEET INGS 233 And why do you call him Du´nadan. asked Frodo. The Du´nadan, said Bilbo. He is often called that here. But I thought you knew enough Elvish at least to know du´n-adan: Man of the West, Nu´meno´rean. But this is not the time for lessons. He turned to Strider. Where have you been, my friend. Why werent you at the feast. The Lady Arwen was there. Strider looked down at Bilbo gravely. I know, he said. But often I must put mirth aside. Elladan and Elrohir have returned out of the Wild unlooked-for, and they had tidings that I wished to hear at once. Well, my dear fellow, said Bilbo, now youve heard the news, cant you spare me a moment. I want your help in something urgent. Elrond says this song of mine is to be finished before the end of the evening, and I am stuck. Lets go off into a corner and polish it up. Strider smiled. Come then. he said. Let me hear it. Frodo was left to himself for a while, for Sam had fallen asleep. He was alone and felt rather forlorn, although all about him the folk of Rivendell were gathered. But those near him were silent, intent upon the music of the please click for source and the instruments, and they gave no heed to anything else. Frodo began to listen. At first the beauty of the melodies and of the interwoven words in elven-tongues, even though he understood them little, held him in a spell, as soon as he began to attend to them. Almost it seemed that the words took shape, and visions of far lands and bright things that he had never yet imagined opened out before him; and the firelit hall became like a golden mist above seas of foam that sighed upon the margins of the world. Then the enchantment became more and more dreamlike, until he felt that an endless river of swelling gold and silver was flowing over him, too multitudinous for its pattern to be comprehended; it became part of the throbbing air about him, and it drenched and drowned him. Swiftly he sank under its shining weight into a deep realm of sleep. There he wandered long in a dream of music that turned into running water, and then suddenly into a voice. It seemed to be the voice of Bilbo chanting verses. Faint at first and then clearer ran the words. Ea¨rendil was a mariner that tarried in Arvernien; he built a boat of timber felled in Nimbrethil to journey in; 234 THE LORD O F THE RINGS her sails he wove of silver fair, of silver were her lanterns made, her prow he fashioned like a swan, and light upon her banners laid. In panoply of ancient kings, in chaine´d rings he armoured him; his shining shield was scored with runes to ward all wounds and harm from him; his bow was made of dragon-horn, his arrows shorn of ebony, of silver was his habergeon, his scabbard of chalcedony; his sword of steel was valiant, of adamant his helmet tall, an eagle-plume upon his crest, upon his breast an emerald. Beneath the Moon and under star he wandered far from northern strands, bewildered on enchanted ways beyond the days of mortal lands. From gnashing of the Narrow Ice where shadow lies on frozen hills, from nether heats and burning waste he turned in haste, and roving still on starless waters far astray at last he came to Night of Naught, and passed, and never sight he saw of shining shore nor light he sought. The winds of wrath came driving Gta 5 yellowfin boat, and blindly in the foam he fled from west to east, and errandless, unheralded he homeward sped. There flying Elwing came to him, and flame was in the darkness lit; more bright than light of diamond the fire upon her carcanet. The Silmaril she bound on him and crowned him with the living light, and dauntless then with burning brow he turned his prow; and in the night from Otherworld beyond the Sea MANY MEETINGS 235 there strong and free a storm arose, a wind of power in Tarmenel; by paths that seldom mortal goes his boat it bore with biting breath as might of death across the grey and long-forsaken seas distressed: from east to west he passed away. Through Evernight he back was borne on black and roaring waves that ran oer leagues unlit and foundered shores that drowned before the Days began, until he heard on strands of pearl where ends the world the music long, where ever-foaming billows roll the yellow gold and jewels wan. Images cartoon saw the Mountain silent rise where twilight lies upon the knees of Valinor, and Eldamar beheld afar beyond the seas. A wanderer escaped from night to haven white he came at last, to Elvenhome the green and fair where keen the air, where pale as check this out beneath the Hill of Ilmarin a-glimmer in a valley sheer the lamplit towers of Tirion are mirrored on the Shadowmere. He tarried there from errantry, and melodies they taught to him, and sages old him marvels told, and harps of gold they brought to him. They clothed him then in elven-white, and seven lights before him sent, as through the Calacirian to hidden land forlorn he went. He came unto the timeless halls where shining fall the countless years, and endless reigns the Elder King in Ilmarin on Mountain sheer; and words unheard were spoken then of folk of Men and Elven-kin, 236 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS beyond the world were visions showed forbid to those that dwell therein. A ship then new they built for him of mithril and of elven-glass with shining prow; no shaven oar nor sail she bore on silver mast: the Silmaril as lantern light and banner bright with living flame to gleam thereon by Elbereth herself was set, who thither came and wings immortal made for him, and laid on him undying doom, to sail the shoreless skies and come behind the Sun and light of Moon. From Everevens lofty hills where softly silver fountains fall his wings him bore, a wandering light, beyond the mighty Mountain Wall. From Worlds End then he turned away, and yearned again to find afar his home through shadows journeying, and burning as an island star on high above the mists he came, a distant flame before the Sun, a wonder ere the waking dawn where grey the Norland waters run. And over Middle-earth he passed and heard at last the weeping sore of women and of elven-maids in Elder Days, in years of yore. But on him mighty doom was laid, till Moon should fade, an orbe´d star to pass, and tarry never more on Hither Shores where mortals are; for ever still a herald on an errand that should never rest to bear his shining lamp afar, the Flammifer of Westernesse. The chanting ceased. Frodo opened his eyes and saw that Bilbo was seated on his stool in a circle of listeners, who were smiling and applauding. M AN Y MEET INGS 237 Now we had better have it again, said an Elf. Bilbo got up and bowed. I am flattered, Lindir, he said. But it would be too tiring to repeat it all. Not too tiring for you, the Elves answered laughing. You know you are never tired of reciting your own verses. But really we cannot answer your question at one hearing. What. cried Bilbo. You cant tell which parts were mine, and which were the Du´nadans. It is not easy for us to tell the difference between two mortals, said the Elf. Nonsense, Lindir, snorted Bilbo. If you cant distinguish between a Man and a Hobbit, your judgement is poorer than I imagined. Theyre as different as peas and apples. Maybe. To sheep other sheep no doubt appear different, laughed Lindir. Or to shepherds. But Mortals have not been our study. We have other business. I wont argue with you, said Bilbo. I am sleepy after so much music and singing. Ill leave you to guess, if you want to. He got up and came towards Frodo. Well, thats over, he said in a low voice. It went off better than I expected. I dont often get asked for a second hearing. What did you think of it. I am not going to try and guess, said Frodo smiling. You neednt, said Bilbo. As a matter of fact it was all mine. Except that Aragorn insisted on my putting in a green stone. He seemed to think it important. I dont know why. Otherwise he obviously thought the whole thing rather above my head, and he said that if I had the cheek to make verses about Ea¨rendil in the house of Elrond, it was my affair. I suppose he was right. I dont know, said Frodo. It seemed to me to fit somehow, though I cant explain. I was half asleep when you began, and it seemed to follow on from something that I was dreaming about. I didnt understand that it was really you speaking until near the end. It is difficult to keep awake here, until you get used to it, said Bilbo. Not that hobbits would ever acquire quite the Elvish appetite for music and poetry and tales. They seem to like them as much as food, or more. They will be going on for a long time yet. What do you say to slipping off for some more quiet talk. Can we. said Frodo. Of course. This is merrymaking not business. Come and go as Gta 5 yellowfin boat like, as long as you dont make a noise. They got up and withdrew quietly into the shadows, and made for the doors. Sam they left behind, fast asleep still with a smile on his face. In spite of his delight in Bilbos company Frodo felt a tug 238 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS of regret as they passed out of the Hall of Fire. Even as they stepped over the threshold a single clear voice rose in song. A Elbereth Gilthoniel, silivren penna mı´riel o menel aglar elenath. Na-chaered palan-dı´riel o galadhremmin ennorath, Fanuilos, le linnathon nef aear, sı´ nef aearon. Frodo halted for a moment, looking back. Elrond was in his chair and the fire was on his face like summer-light upon the trees. Near him sat the Lady Arwen. To his surprise Frodo saw that Aragorn stood beside her; his dark cloak was thrown back, and he seemed to be clad in elven-mail, and a star shone on his breast. They spoke together, and then suddenly it seemed to Frodo that Arwen turned towards him, and the light of her eyes fell on him from afar and pierced his heart. He stood still enchanted, while the sweet syllables of the Elvish song fell like clear jewels of blended word and melody. It is a song to Elbereth, said Bilbo. They will sing that, and other songs of the Blessed Realm, many times tonight. Come on. He led Frodo back to his own little room. It opened on to the gardens and looked south across the ravine of the Bruinen. There they sat for some while, looking through the window at the bright stars above the Gta 5 yellowfin boat woods, and talking softly. They spoke no more of the small news of the Shire far away, nor of the dark shadows and perils that encompassed them, but of the fair things they had seen in the world together, of the Elves, of the stars, of trees, and the gentle fall of the bright year in the woods. At last there came a knock on the door. Begging your pardon, said Sam, putting in his head, but I was just wondering if you would be wanting anything. And begging yours, Sam Gamgee, replied Bilbo. I guess you mean that it is time your master went to bed. Well, sir, there is a Council early tomorrow, I hear, and he only got up today for the first time. Quite right, Sam, laughed Bilbo. You can trot off and tell Gandalf that he has gone to bed. Good night, Frodo. Bless me, but it has been good to see you again. There are no folk like hobbits after all for a real good talk. I am getting very old, and I began to wonder if I should live to see your chapters of our story. Good night. Ill take a walk, I think, and look at the stars of Elbereth in the garden. Sleep well. Chapter 2 THE COUNCIL O F ELROND Next day Frodo woke early, feeling refreshed and well.
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Pick-me-up, thats what he needs, Slughorn continued, now bustling over to a table loaded with drinks. Ive got butterbeer, Ive got wine, Ive got one last bottle of this oakmatured mead. hmm. meant to give that to Dumbledore for Oline. ah, well. He shrugged. He cant miss what hes never had. Why dont we open it now and celebrate Mr. Weasleys birthday. Nothing like a fine spirit to chase away the pangs of disappointed love. He chortled again, and Harry fee in. This was the first time he had found himself almost alone with Slughorn since his disastrous first attempt to extract the true memory from him. Perhaps, if he could just keep Slughorn in a good mood. perhaps if they got through enough of the oak-matured mead. There you are then, said Slughorn, handing Harry and Ron a glass of mead each before raising Counter strike 2 free online own. Well, a very happy birthday, Ralph - Ron - whispered Harry. 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