The Fellowship of the Ring. Джон Роналд Руэл Толкин

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       Then world behind and home ahead,

       We’ll wander back to home and bed.

       Mist and twilight, cloud and shade,

       Away shall fade! Away shall fade!

       Fire and lamp, and meat and bread,

       And then to bed! And then to bed!

      The song ended. ‘And now to bed! And now to bed!’ sang Pippin in a high voice.

      ‘Hush!’ said Frodo. ‘I think I hear hoofs again.’

      They stopped suddenly and stood as silent as tree-shadows, listening. There was a sound of hoofs in the lane, some way behind, but coming slow and clear down the wind. Quickly and quietly they slipped off the path, and ran into the deeper shade under the oak-trees.

      ‘Don’t let us go too far!’ said Frodo. ‘I don’t want to be seen, but I want to see if it is another Black Rider.’

      ‘Very well!’ said Pippin. ‘But don’t forget the sniffing!’

      The hoofs drew nearer. They had no time to find any hiding-place better than the general darkness under the trees; Sam and Pippin crouched behind a large tree-bole, while Frodo crept back a few yards towards the lane. It showed grey and pale, a line of fading light through the wood. Above it the stars were thick in the dim sky, but there was no moon.

      The sound of hoofs stopped. As Frodo watched he saw something dark pass across the lighter space between two trees, and then halt. It looked like the black shade of a horse led by a smaller black shadow. The black shadow stood close to the point where they had left the path, and it swayed from side to side. Frodo thought he heard the sound of snuffling. The shadow bent to the ground, and then began to crawl towards him.

      Once more the desire to slip on the Ring came over Frodo; but this time it was stronger than before. So strong that, almost before he realized what he was doing, his hand was groping in his pocket. But at that moment there came a sound like mingled song and laughter. Clear voices rose and fell in the starlit air. The black shadow straightened up and retreated. It climbed on to the shadowy horse and seemed to vanish across the lane into the darkness on the other side. Frodo breathed again.

      ‘Elves!’ exclaimed Sam in a hoarse whisper. ‘Elves, sir!’ He would have burst out of the trees and dashed off towards the voices, if they had not pulled him back.

      ‘Yes, it is Elves,’ said Frodo. ‘One can meet them sometimes in the Woody End. They don’t live in the Shire, but they wander into it in spring and autumn, out of their own lands away beyond the Tower Hills. I am thankful that they do! You did not see, but that Black Rider stopped just here and was actually crawling towards us when the song began. As soon as he heard the voices he slipped away.’

      ‘What about the Elves?’ said Sam, too excited to trouble about the rider. ‘Can’t we go and see them?’

      ‘Listen! They are coming this way,’ said Frodo. ‘We have only to wait.’

      The singing drew nearer. One clear voice rose now above the others. It was singing in the fair elven-tongue, of which Frodo knew only a little, and the others knew nothing. Yet the sound blending with the melody seemed to shape itself in their thought into words which they only partly understood. This was the song as Frodo heard it:

       Snow-white! Snow-white! O Lady clear!

       O Queen beyond the Western Seas

       O Light to us that wander here

       Amid the world of woven trees!

       Gilthoniel! O Elbereth!

       Clear are thy eyes and bright thy breath!

       Snow-white! Snow-white! We sing to thee

       In a far land beyond the Sea.

       O stars that in the Sunless Year

       With shining hand by her were sown,

       In windy fields now bright and clear

       We see your silver blossom blown!

       O Elbereth! Gilthoniel!

       We still remember, we who dwell

       In this far land beneath the trees,

       Thy starlight on the Western Seas.

      The song ended. ‘These are High Elves! They spoke the name of Elbereth!’ said Frodo in amazement. ‘Few of that fairest folk are ever seen in the Shire. Not many now remain in Middle-earth, east of the Great Sea. This is indeed a strange chance!’

      The hobbits sat in shadow by the wayside. Before long the Elves came down the lane towards the valley. They passed slowly, and the hobbits could see the starlight glimmering on their hair and in their eyes. They bore no lights, yet as they walked a shimmer, like the light of the moon above the rim of the hills before it rises, seemed to fall about their feet. They were now silent, and as the last Elf passed he turned and looked towards the hobbits and laughed.

      ‘Hail, Frodo!’ he cried. ‘You are abroad late. Or are you perhaps lost?’ Then he called aloud to the others, and all the company stopped and gathered round.

      ‘This is indeed wonderful!’ they said. ‘Three hobbits in a wood at night! We have not seen such a thing since Bilbo went away. What is the meaning of it?’

      ‘The meaning of it, fair people,’ said Frodo, ‘is simply that we seem to be going the same way as you are. I like walking under the stars. But I would welcome your company.’

      ‘But we have no need of other company, and hobbits are so dull,’ they laughed. ‘And how do you know that we go the same way as you, for you do not know whither we are going?’

      ‘And how do you know my name?’ asked Frodo in return.

      ‘We know many things,’ they said. ‘We have seen you often before with Bilbo, though you may not have seen us.’

      ‘Who are you, and who is your lord?’ asked Frodo.

      ‘I am Gildor,’ answered their leader, the Elf who had first hailed him. ‘Gildor Inglorion of the House of Finrod. We are Exiles, and most of our kindred have long ago departed and we too are now only tarrying here a while, ere we return over the Great Sea. But some of our kinsfolk dwell still in peace in Rivendell. Come now, Frodo, tell us what you are doing? For we see that there is some shadow of fear upon you.’

      ‘O Wise People!’ interrupted Pippin eagerly. ‘Tell us about the Black Riders!’

      ‘Black Riders?’ they said in low voices. ‘Why do you ask about Black Riders?’

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