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- Властелин колец: Братство кольца
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"
In
this
phial
,
"
she
said
,
"
is
caught
the
light
of
Earendil
's
star
,
set
amid
the
waters
of
my
fountain
.
It
will
shine
still
brighter
when
night
is
about
you
.
May
it
be
a
light
to
you
in
dark
places
,
when
all
other
lights
go
out
.
Remember
Galadriel
and
her
Mirror
!
"
Frodo
took
the
phial
,
and
for
a
moment
as
it
shone
between
them
,
he
saw
her
again
standing
like
a
queen
,
great
and
beautiful
,
but
no
longer
terrible
.
He
bowed
,
but
found
no
words
to
say
.
Now
the
Lady
arose
,
and
Celeborn
led
them
back
to
the
hythe
.
A
yellow
noon
lay
on
the
green
land
of
the
Tongue
,
and
the
water
glittered
with
silver
.
All
at
last
was
made
ready
.
The
Company
took
their
places
in
the
boats
as
before
.
Crying
farewell
,
the
Elves
of
Lorien
with
long
grey
poles
thrust
them
out
into
the
flowing
stream
,
and
the
rippling
waters
bore
them
slowly
away
.
The
travellers
sat
still
without
moving
or
speaking
.
On
the
green
bank
near
to
the
very
point
of
the
Tongue
the
Lady
Galadriel
stood
alone
and
silent
.
As
they
passed
her
they
turned
and
their
eyes
watched
her
slowly
floating
away
from
them
.
For
so
it
seemed
to
them
:
Lorien
was
slipping
backward
,
like
a
bright
ship
masted
with
enchanted
trees
,
sailing
on
to
forgotten
shores
,
while
they
sat
helpless
upon
the
margin
of
the
grey
and
leafless
world
.
Even
as
they
gazed
,
the
Silverlode
passed
out
into
the
currents
of
the
Great
River
,
and
their
boats
turned
and
began
to
speed
southwards
.
Soon
the
white
form
of
the
Lady
was
small
and
distant
.
She
shone
like
a
window
of
glass
upon
a
far
hill
in
the
westering
sun
,
or
as
a
remote
lake
seen
from
a
mountain
:
a
crystal
fallen
in
the
lap
of
the
land
.
Then
it
seemed
to
Frodo
that
she
lifted
her
arms
in
a
final
farewell
,
and
far
but
piercing-clear
on
the
following
wind
came
the
sound
of
her
voice
singing
.
But
now
she
sang
in
the
ancient
tongue
of
the
Elves
beyond
the
Sea
,
and
he
did
not
understand
the
words
:
fair
was
the
music
,
but
it
did
not
comfort
him
.
Yet
as
is
the
way
of
Elvish
words
,
they
remained
graven
in
his
memory
,
and
long
afterwards
he
interpreted
them
,
as
well
as
he
could
:
the
language
was
that
of
Elven-song
and
spoke
of
things
little
known
on
Middle-earth
.
Ai
!
laurie
lantar
lassi
surinen
,
Yeni
unotime
ve
ramar
aldaron
!
Yeni
ve
linte
yuldar
avanier
mi
oromardi
lisse-miruvoreva
