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"
Indeed
it
is
,
"
said
Gimli
.
"
Why
it
is
better
than
the
honey-cakes
of
the
Beornings
,
and
that
is
great
praise
,
for
the
Beornings
are
the
best
bakers
that
I
know
of
;
but
they
are
none
too
willing
to
deal
out
their
cakes
to
travellers
in
these
days
.
You
are
kindly
hosts
!
"
"
All
the
same
,
we
bid
you
spare
the
food
,
"
they
said
.
"
Eat
little
at
a
time
,
and
only
at
need
.
For
these
things
are
given
to
serve
you
when
all
else
fails
.
The
cakes
will
keep
sweet
for
many
many
days
,
if
they
are
unbroken
and
left
in
their
leaf-wrappings
,
as
we
have
brought
them
.
One
will
keep
a
traveller
on
his
feet
for
a
day
of
long
labour
,
even
if
he
be
one
of
the
tall
Men
of
Minas
Tirith
.
"
The
Elves
next
unwrapped
and
gave
to
each
of
the
Company
the
clothes
they
had
brought
.
For
each
they
had
provided
a
hood
and
cloak
,
made
according
to
his
size
,
of
the
light
but
warm
silken
stuff
that
the
Galadhrim
wove
.
It
was
hard
to
say
of
what
colour
they
were
:
grey
with
the
hue
of
twilight
under
the
trees
they
seemed
to
be
;
and
yet
if
they
were
moved
,
or
set
in
another
light
,
they
were
green
as
shadowed
leaves
,
or
brown
as
fallow
fields
by
night
,
dusk-silver
as
water
under
the
stars
.
Each
cloak
was
fastened
about
the
neck
with
a
brooch
like
a
green
leaf
veined
with
silver
.
"
Are
these
magic
cloaks
?
"
asked
Pippin
,
looking
at
them
with
wonder
.
"
I
do
not
know
what
you
mean
by
that
,
"
answered
the
leader
of
the
Elves
.
"
They
are
fair
garments
,
and
the
web
is
good
,
for
it
was
made
in
this
land
.
They
are
elvish
robes
certainly
,
if
that
is
what
you
mean
.
Leaf
and
branch
,
water
and
stone
:
they
have
the
hue
and
beauty
of
all
these
things
under
the
twilight
of
Lorien
that
we
love
;
for
we
put
the
thought
of
all
that
we
love
into
all
that
we
make
.
Yet
they
are
garments
,
not
armour
,
and
they
will
not
turn
shaft
or
blade
.
But
they
should
serve
you
well
:
they
are
light
to
wear
,
and
warm
enough
or
cool
enough
at
need
.
And
you
will
find
them
a
great
aid
in
keeping
out
of
the
sight
of
unfriendly
eyes
,
whether
you
walk
among
the
stones
or
the
trees
.
You
are
indeed
high
in
the
favour
of
the
Lady
!
For
she
herself
and
her
maidens
wove
this
stuff
;
and
never
before
have
we
clad
strangers
in
the
garb
of
our
own
people
.
"
After
their
morning
meal
the
Company
said
farewell
to
the
lawn
by
the
fountain
.
Their
hearts
were
heavy
;
for
it
was
a
fair
place
,
and
it
had
become
like
home
to
them
,
though
they
could
not
count
the
days
and
nights
that
they
had
passed
there
.
As
they
stood
for
a
moment
looking
at
the
white
water
in
the
sunlight
,
Haldir
came
walking
towards
them
over
the
green
grass
of
the
glade
.
Frodo
greeted
him
with
delight
.
"
I
have
returned
from
the
Northern
Fences
,
"
said
the
Elf
,
"
and
I
am
sent
now
to
be
your
guide
again
.
The
Dimrill
Dale
is
full
of
vapour
and
clouds
of
smoke
,
and
the
mountains
are
troubled
.
There
are
noises
in
the
deeps
of
the
earth
.
If
any
of
you
had
thought
of
returning
northwards
to
your
homes
,
you
would
not
have
been
able
to
pass
that
way
.
But
come
!
Your
path
now
goes
south
.
"
As
they
walked
through
Caras
Galadhon
the
green
ways
were
empty
;
but
in
the
trees
above
them
many
voices
were
murmuring
and
singing
.
They
themselves
went
silently
.
At
last
Haldir
led
them
down
the
southward
slopes
of
the
hill
,
and
they
came
again
to
the
great
gate
hung
with
lamps
,
and
to
the
white
bridge
;
and
so
they
passed
out
and
left
the
city
of
the
Elves
.
Then
they
turned
away
from
the
paved
road
and
took
a
path
that
went
off
into
a
deep
thicket
of
mallorn-trees
,
and
passed
on
,
winding
through
rolling
woodlands
of
silver
shadow
,
leading
them
ever
down
,
southwards
and
eastwards
,
towards
the
shores
of
the
River
.
They
had
gone
some
ten
miles
and
noon
was
at
hand
when
they
came
on
a
high
green
wall
.
Passing
through
an
opening
they
came
suddenly
out
of
the
trees
.
Before
them
lay
a
long
lawn
of
shining
grass
,
studded
with
goldenelanor
that
glinted
in
the
sun
.
The
lawn
ran
out
into
a
narrow
tongue
between
bright
margins
:
on
the
right
and
west
the
Silverlode
flowed
glittering
;
on
the
left
and
east
the
Great
River
rolled
its
broad
waters
,
deep
and
dark
.
On
the
further
shores
the
woodlands
still
marched
on
southwards
as
far
as
the
eye
could
see
,
but
all
the
banks
were
bleak
and
bare
.
No
mallorn
lifted
its
gold-hung
boughs
beyond
the
Land
of
Lorien
.
