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The
others
cast
themselves
down
upon
the
fragrant
grass
,
but
Frodo
stood
awhile
still
lost
in
wonder
.
It
seemed
to
him
that
he
had
stepped
through
a
high
window
that
looked
on
a
vanished
world
.
A
light
was
upon
it
for
which
his
language
had
no
name
.
All
that
he
saw
was
shapely
,
but
the
shapes
seemed
at
once
clear
cut
,
as
if
they
had
been
first
conceived
and
drawn
at
the
uncovering
of
his
eyes
,
and
ancient
as
if
they
had
endured
for
ever
.
He
saw
no
colour
but
those
he
knew
,
gold
and
white
and
blue
and
green
,
but
they
were
fresh
and
poignant
,
as
if
he
had
at
that
moment
first
perceived
them
and
made
for
them
names
new
and
wonderful
.
In
winter
here
no
heart
could
mourn
for
summer
or
for
spring
.
No
blemish
or
sickness
or
deformity
could
be
seen
in
anything
that
grew
upon
the
earth
.
On
the
land
of
Lorien
there
was
no
stain
.
He
turned
and
saw
that
Sam
was
now
standing
beside
him
,
looking
round
with
a
puzzled
expression
,
and
rubbing
his
eyes
as
if
he
was
not
sure
that
he
was
awake
.
"
It
's
sunlight
and
bright
day
,
right
enough
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
thought
that
Elves
were
all
for
moon
and
stars
:
but
this
is
more
elvish
than
anything
I
ever
heard
tell
of
.
I
feel
as
if
I
wasinside
a
song
.
if
you
take
my
meaning
.
"
Haldir
looked
at
them
,
and
he
seemed
indeed
to
take
the
meaning
of
both
thought
and
word
.
He
smiled
.
"
You
feel
the
power
of
the
Lady
of
the
Galadhrim
,
"
he
said
.
"
Would
it
please
you
to
climb
with
me
up
Cerin
Amroth
?
"
They
followed
him
as
he
stepped
lightly
up
the
grass-clad
slopes
.
Though
he
walked
and
breathed
,
and
about
him
living
leaves
and
flowers
were
stirred
by
the
same
cool
wind
as
fanned
his
face
,
Frodo
felt
that
he
was
in
a
timeless
land
that
did
not
fade
or
change
or
fall
into
forgetfulness
.
When
he
had
gone
and
passed
again
into
the
outer
world
,
still
Frodo
the
wanderer
from
the
Shire
would
walk
there
,
upon
the
grass
amongelanor
andniphredil
in
fair
Lothlorien
.
They
entered
the
circle
of
white
trees
.
As
they
did
so
the
South
Wind
blew
upon
Cerin
Amroth
and
sighed
among
the
branches
.
Frodo
stood
still
,
hearing
far
off-great
seas
upon
beaches
that
had
long
ago
been
washed
away
,
and
sea-birds
crying
whose
race
had
perished
from
the
earth
.
Haldir
had
gone
on
and
was
now
climbing
to
the
high
flet
.
As
Frodo
prepared
to
follow
him
,
he
laid
his
hand
upon
the
tree
beside
the
ladder
:
never
before
had
he
been
so
suddenly
and
so
keenly
aware
of
the
feel
and
texture
of
a
tree
's
skin
and
of
the
life
within
it
.
He
felt
a
delight
in
wood
and
the
touch
of
it
,
neither
as
forester
nor
as
carpenter
;
it
was
the
delight
of
the
living
tree
itself
.
As
he
stepped
out
at
last
upon
the
lofty
platform
,
Haldir
took
his
hand
and
turned
him
toward
the
South
.
"
Look
this
way
first
!
"
he
said
.
Frodo
looked
and
saw
,
still
at
some
distance
,
a
hill
of
many
mighty
trees
,
or
a
city
of
green
towers
:
which
it
was
he
could
not
tell
.
Out
of
it
,
it
seemed
to
him
that
the
power
and
light
came
that
held
all
the
land
in
sway
.
He
longed
suddenly
to
fly
like
a
bird
to
rest
in
the
green
city
.
Then
he
looked
eastward
and
saw
all
the
land
of
Lorien
running
down
to
the
pale
gleam
of
Anduin
,
the
Great
River
.
He
lifted
his
eyes
across
the
river
and
all
the
light
went
out
,
and
he
was
back
again
in
the
world
he
knew
.
Beyond
the
river
the
land
appeared
flat
and
empty
,
formless
and
vague
,
until
far
away
it
rose
again
like
a
wall
,
dark
and
drear
.
The
sun
that
lay
on
Lothlorien
had
no
power
to
enlighten
the
shadow
of
that
distant
height
.
