"Lady Galadriel, you are wise, fearless and beautiful." Frodo suppressed the fear and reluctance in his heart, and even a trace of resentment. He said, "If you want it, I will give you the Supreme Ring." You. It’s just too much of a nuisance for me.”
"I don't deny that my heart is extremely eager to ask for what you have to offer." The Elf Queen's hand touching the ring trembled visibly, and a very bright light emitted from her body, illuminating only her, and everything else fell on in the dark. Now she stood before Frodo, looking unfathomably beautiful, terrifying and noble.
"As I said, neither elves, nor dragons, nor even wizards can resist its power. For many years, I have been thinking about what I would do if the Lord of the Rings came into my hands. And you Look! It has been brought within my reach. You willingly gave me the Ring! You will raise a Queen to replace the Dark Lord. I will not be dark, but beautiful and terrifying. , like the morning and the night! Beautiful like the sea, the sun, and the white snow on the holy mountain! Terror like the storm and lightning! Stronger and more solid than the foundations of the earth! All living things will love me and will despair!"
Frodo also trembled, his face became pale and ugly, and his short body almost shrank into a ball, but a voice forced him to stand still, and he bit his lips until a wisp of rusty liquid flowed into him of the mouth.
But then, the Elf Queen let her hand fall, and the light disappeared. Suddenly, she laughed out loud again, oops! She shrank - and turned into a slender elf woman, wrapped in a simple white robe, with a gentle voice that was both soft and sad.
"But if I really use force or intimidation to seize the Ring from the guest, wouldn't it be another great achievement for his ring?" Galadriel looked at him, "Frodo, no mortal believes in fate. , they are confident and proud, eager to control their own lives, but they really don’t know that all living beings have already made arrangements, wouldn’t you just come to me? And whether Sauron himself rises or falls, the evil that was planned a long time ago will It will continue to operate in many ways. But it will not end in my hands alone. The fate has already been revealed."
"And I have passed the test," she said, "I will decline and go to the West, still Galadriel."
Frodo gasped for air. He had passed the first test, he thought.
"Madam, what is my fate?" Frodo was silent for a moment and asked, "If many wise men more powerful than the Hobbit are unwilling to bear this important task, how can I complete it?"
"This is the question that has been troubling you, Frodo. You have been afraid since you learned about the existence of the One Ring, even if you accepted this cruel fate at Elrond's meeting." Galad Riel replied, "But please don't blame Master Turka. His responsibility is also extremely heavy. What he has endured is far beyond your knowledge. And don't you hear that everything in the world has its own trajectory and laws of operation? Sometimes, the more you want to accomplish something, the farther away it becomes from you.”
Frodo remained silent, and all around him was silence.
Galadriel scooped up water from the stream and poured it into the silver basin to the brim, then blew on the water. "This is Galadriel's water mirror." When the water surface became still again, she spoke, "If you are willing, you can see what you want to see here, and maybe you will have the answer."
The air was motionless, the valley was dark, and the Elf Lady stood beside Frodo, tall and pale. "What shall we see? What shall we see?" asked Frodo, in awe.
"I can command the water mirror to reveal many things," she replied. "To some people, I can reveal everything they desire to see. But the water mirror also reveals things of its own accord, which are often stranger than what we expect to see. , and more valuable. If you let the water mirror operate freely, then even I don't know what you will see. Because it will show the past, present, and possible future. But which kind of thing does a person see? Even the wisest people don't always get it right. Would you like to see?"
Frodo made no answer.
They stood in silence for a long time. "I still don't understand." Frodo's hand never moved from the silver chain around his neck: "If His Highness Noratul brought me here, he must also hope that the Elf Queen can give the poor Hobbit A little help, but I don't see him. Where is Smaug?"
"You are beginning to see things with a sharp eye." Galadriel said: "The son of Turka and Fenna has his mission. He has temporarily left you to the care of the elves, but unfortunately, I can no longer do it now. Provide better help.”
"I don't understand." Frodo only felt that the ring in his hand became heavier, and the thick shadows around him kept coming, as if they were going to engulf him. He continued to question.
Galadriel was silent for a moment, and then said: "Frodo, have you heard of the Three Rings of Elf?"
"Yes, I have heard that," said Frodo.
"Celebrimbor and his craftsmen forged them out of a desire to "understand, make, and heal," and infused them with the power to preserve all things unsullied. Those who hold the Three Rings can resist the erosion and damage of time and delay the fatigue and aging of the world, so Sauron also wants to get the Three Rings most. But when Celebrimbor realized Sauron's intentions, he gave Nenya to me and entrusted the other two rings to Gil-galad, High King of Linton. Gil-galad left Via behind and gave Nayar to Cirdan, Lord of the Harbor. "The Elf Queen told the secrets of the old days. Frodo was fascinated by it. Even the shadow was not so heavy. "After the final alliance war, Via fell to Gil Gala at that time. In the hands of Lord Elrond, De's adjutant, and when Mithrandir and the others came to Middle-earth, Cirdan gave Naya to him. They all keep these rings secretly and use them to protect those beautiful things. "
"Ah," exclaimed Frodo.
"So if you fail, we will be exposed to the enemy, for all the Rings are forged by Sauron's technology; but if you succeed, our power will wane, Lothlórien It will fade and die, the tide of time will wash it away. We must leave this world and go to the West, otherwise we will decline into the primitive people in the valleys and caves, slowly forgetting the past and being forgotten. Orway Except for his son, a certain part of the three major elven groups will assume the responsibility of the new era." Galadriel looked at him and said shockingly: "Moreover, Veiya is no longer in my hands, and I can't use it to relieve you. Frodo, you are on your own for this journey."
Frodo felt dizzy. "Is it lost?"
Galadriel held his hand in love, and a cool force eased his dizziness, but that was all, "This is what I want to say: Lord Turka suffered more than you can imagine." The curse of an unspeakable enemy hangs heavy upon him, and only the power of the gems of Via and Elessa can save him."
Frodo bit his lips and recovered from his dizziness. He looked at the Elf Queen gratefully. After a moment, he asked: "What do you want?"
"Let nature take its course," she answered. "The elves love their land and their achievements deeper than the abyss of the sea; their regrets will never fade away and never be completely appeased. But they would rather abandon it all than Refuse to obey Sauron - because they have now seen his true face. You are not responsible for the fate of Lothlórien. The only thing you are responsible for is your mission. However, even if it is useless, I still want the One Ring Never minted, or lost forever.”
"Besides, the advice I can give you is: try not to use it as much as possible! It will destroy you. No one can control the Supreme Ring except Sauron!"
Only then did Frodo realize that he had been holding on to the silver chain around his neck. He let go of his hand in shame, almost daring not to look at the Elf Queen. Galadriel smiled and lowered his hand.
"Frodo, Lord Turka and the wizard both think you have enough courage and wisdom to take such a risk, otherwise Noratu would not bring you here. Please do as you wish!" She retreated to aside.
Frodo hesitated for a moment and walked to the basin. He leaned over the dark water. The water mirror immediately became clear and clear, and he saw a land immersed in the shimmering light. The hazy, dark mountains in the distance stood against a pale sky. He caught a glimpse of Bilbo pacing the room irritably. Papers were piled messily on the desk, and rain pounded on the window.
Then there was a pause, and then a succession of scenes flashed by, which Frodo knew somehow were fragments of the great history in which he was involved. The fog dissipated, and he saw a sight he had never seen before, a wide river flowing through a densely populated city. Then there is a white fortress with seven towers. A large flag embroidered with the coat of arms of a white tree shines in the sun. A thick smoke rose like from fire and battle, the darkness was dispelled, and light once again shone over the majestic city.
Then he saw a huge mountain, with black smoke and lava billowing into the sky, blocking out the sky and the sun. He immediately knew that it was Mount Doom. He once dreamed about it and saw a very scary dream. He dreamed that he was controlled by the Supreme Ring and fell into darkness.
Finally, he saw a very terrifying figure. His face was blurry. Sometimes he was extremely handsome, and sometimes he was as ferocious as all the evil in the world. He seemed to sense that Frodo was condensing him, and the figure suddenly stretched out his hand. , grabbing at Frodo.
As a result, Frodo trembled violently. He wanted to escape, but the ring fell out from his neck and became very heavy, weighing more than a boulder. His head was pulled down. The water mirror seemed to be getting hotter and hotter, and traces of steam began to rise from the water. He slid forward involuntarily.
"Don't touch the water!" whispered Lady Galadriel. The scene faded, and Frodo found himself looking at the cold stars twinkling in the silver basin. He took a few steps back and looked at Madam, trembling all over.
"I can't do it." Frodo had never imagined that he would scream so horribly. The hobbit's voice was hoarse, hard and unpleasant, like a ghost.
"Whether what you see is good or bad, it may be good or bad for you." Galadriel looked at him and said seriously: "Every wise man faces a choice, Frodo, Destiny is not what you see, but what you choose to do.”
"Lord Turka knew what he would face with the choice he made. His heart followed the daughter of Eros and Irevan to the west and stayed in Aman forever, but at the same time, a new hope remained in to Middle-earth; while we are talking, the elves are fighting to the death in the hometown of the dwarves. Don’t we know the result of this choice? But you see, even though this originally vibrant city of tree people has now become empty, It became like the sunset, but the elf still chose to do this.”
"There are some things that even wise men cannot see clearly, but we can get the answers from love and understanding. I stay here just to let you understand this."
The Elf Queen raised her white arms and opened her hands toward the east. Eärendil, the beloved evening star of the elves, was shining in the night sky. It was so bright that the figure of the Elf Lady cast a faint shadow on the ground.
Frodo was shocked. He understood a little bit why Bilbo was so respected by elves, dwarves, and even wizards, because the choices he made back then were not just an adventure, but out of loyalty, love and understanding. Even in the most desperate times, he never gave up on his responsibilities.
They stood in silence for a long time. "Let us go back!" said Frodo at last. "I think I know what to do, thank you, Lady Galadriel."
Frodo bowed respectfully to the Elven Queen.
Galadriel looked at him, a smile returning to his face, "It seems you do understand."
"Indeed," said Frodo, "I will do my duty, no matter what, for all who are dead, and for those who are still living."
So they turned and left.
On the way back to the high palace, Frodo couldn't help but ask one last question: "Everyone says that elves can use some magical magic. Is that the water mirror?"
The Elf Queen smiled, "Although I don't completely understand what you mean by magic; you always seem to use the same word to describe the enemy's tricks and things you think are incredible. However, if you are willing to understand it this way, , then this is Galadriel’s magic.”
Frodo nodded thoughtfully.
That night Frodo threw himself on his couch and fell asleep immediately. No sound or dream disturbed the hobbit's slumber. When he woke up, he found that the sky was already shining on the lawn in front of the tent, and the fountain was rising and falling in the sunlight, glittering and translucent.
"It seems that you have indeed recovered." Nolatu's handsome face appeared in front of him. The prince looked at him with a smile, but did not explain where he had been during this time.
"Noratu," Frodo shouted happily.
