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- Властелин колец: Братство кольца
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The
leaves
are
falling
in
the
stream
,
the
River
flows
away
.
O
Lorien
!
Too
long
I
have
dwelt
upon
this
Hither
Shore
And
in
a
fading
crown
have
twined
the
golden
elanor
.
But
if
of
ships
I
now
should
sing
,
what
ship
would
come
to
me
,
What
ship
would
bear
me
ever
back
across
so
wide
a
Sea
?
Aragorn
stayed
his
boat
as
the
Swan-ship
drew
alongside
.
The
Lady
ended
her
song
and
greeted
them
.
"
We
have
come
to
bid
you
our
last
farewell
,
"
she
said
,
"
and
to
speed
you
with
blessings
from
our
land
.
"
"
Though
you
have
been
our
guests
,
"
said
Celeborn
,
"
you
have
not
yet
eaten
with
us
,
and
we
bid
you
,
therefore
,
to
a
parting
feast
,
here
between
the
flowing
waters
that
will
bear
you
far
from
Lorien
.
"
The
Swan
passed
on
slowly
to
the
hythe
,
and
they
turned
their
boats
and
followed
it
.
There
in
the
last
end
of
Egladil
upon
the
green
grass
the
parting
feast
was
held
;
but
Frodo
ate
and
drank
little
,
heeding
only
the
beauty
of
the
Lady
and
her
voice
.
She
seemed
no
longer
perilous
or
terrible
,
nor
filled
with
hidden
power
.
Already
she
seemed
to
him
,
as
by
men
of
later
days
Elves
still
at
times
are
seen
:
present
and
yet
remote
,
a
living
vision
of
that
which
has
already
been
left
far
behind
by
the
flowing
streams
of
Time
.
After
they
had
eaten
and
drunk
,
sitting
upon
the
grass
,
Celeborn
spoke
to
them
again
of
their
journey
,
and
lifting
his
hand
he
pointed
south
to
the
woods
beyond
the
Tongue
.
"
As
you
go
down
the
water
,
"
he
said
,
"
you
will
find
that
the
trees
will
fail
,
and
you
will
come
to
a
barren
country
.
