There was silence in the room, Frodo was thinking about what to say, and Norathu looked up and outside the room from time to time while observing the hobbit's body and mind.
"I wish you could tell me what happened!" began Frodo. "I remember we were flying in the sky, but I heard a voice, no, three voices, and then I couldn't remember it. "
"Lady Galadriel must have told you that this ring is very dangerous." Norathu stared at Frodo.
"Indeed," said Frodo.
Noratu hesitated for a while, then sighed and said: "Frodo, as much as I hate to admit it, unfortunately, even the dragon cannot resist its magic! Smaug wants to seduce you: his love for Sauron Weapons also have greed and desire, but he did not dare to snatch them openly, just because he made an oath to my father! But we should never forget that Smaug's heart is not all good. It has been a creature of destruction since its birth, and you should know that the dragon’s voice is magical.”
Frodo remembered what he saw that day and couldn't help but shudder. The headache that had been relieved started again. "He almost succeeded." Frodo said, "If it weren't for you, our mission would have been accomplished long ago." Failure. It makes me uneasy and scared."
Nolatu's eyes fell on the Hobbit's neck, or to be precise, the ring. He said seriously: "Your worry is necessary, Frodo, even I can't straighten it out." Depending on its power. But I will do my best to protect you and complete this mission."
"I have no doubt of that," said Frodo. But what about Smaug? he thinks. A solemn atmosphere enveloped the two of them. Until Frodo couldn't help but ask: "What did you do during my coma?"
Only then did Noratul smile. He signaled Frodo not to worry, "I reiterated the oath. The Arakanor family is still superior to old Smaug. Then I rode on the dragon and headed to Rohan in the south. After investigation, it turned out that things went more smoothly than we imagined. The northern army has defeated the demon lord's minions, and they are advancing towards Gondor. Sauron's sight is firmly attracted."
Although Noratu spoke as if he was just going on an outing, Frodo was keenly aware of the worry hidden in the prince's words. "You didn't mention the Nazgûl. I heard that the Nazgul have been resurrected." Frodo blurted out.
Norathu was surprised. He stared at the hobbit, a majesty rising from him. "Where did you hear that?"
The dragonborn prince's golden vertical eyes made Frodo extremely uneasy. But he refused to tell Noratul what he saw in Galadriel's water mirror, not because he didn't trust him, but because Frodo didn't know how to explain it. Because Galadriel also said that what he saw might be beneficial or not.
Let me bear it alone, thought Frodo.
"The power of the Supreme Ring allows me to see their figures." He said, "Although I don't want such an ability, it does give me a certain connection with them."
Norathu stared at him closely, refusing to let go of any detail change on the hobbit's face. But perhaps after being baptized by elven magic, or perhaps the power of the Lord of the Rings really flowed through him, the Son of Turka could not get any more information from Frodo's face. And Norathu refused to use the power of the Dragonborn, so even though he knew what the Hobbit was hiding, Norathu could only comfort himself that Frodo did get some magical abilities from the ring.
So after a long silence, Nolatu spoke, "Sauron's minions are indeed staring at the eastern sky. But as I said, the Northern Alliance is marching towards Minas Tirith, and Sauron's sight is attracted To the south, a gap appeared in the eastern sky.”
Frodo felt relieved for a while. To be honest, hiding it in front of the Dragonborn required too much willpower and courage. Frodo could hardly help but tell everything.
"This is good news." Frodo nodded, but his face was a little pale.
"That's it for the time being." Nolatus stared at Frodo's pale face, shook his head, and said worriedly: "But your current situation does not allow you to set off immediately, Frodo, I have a hunch that this is This is our last chance, and when Sauron reacts, Mordor's defenses will definitely be tighter."
"The Elven Queen will take care of me, and I'm much better off than I was at the beginning," Frodo insisted.
"But it's not enough." Nolatu said: "Come on, we still have a little time. I hope you can fully recover in a few days, and then we will set off."
Frodo was reluctant, but the headache kept bothering him, so he had no choice but to agree. They stopped talking.
After talking with Galadriel, the elves also came out of the hidden tree crowns and flowers, and they took care of the two of them properly. Among them, the Silvan elf Haldir is the representative of the elves. He arranges the lives of the two of them in a meticulous but elegant manner, which greatly relieves their tired hearts.
So Frodo and Noratul stayed in Lothlórien for several days. When they lived there, the sun was shining brightly, the sky was clear, and there was only an occasional drizzle. After the rain, everything was fresh and clean. The wind was cool and soft, like early spring, but they felt that there was a deep and meaningful tranquility like winter around them. They felt that they had done nothing but eat, drink, rest, and walk in the woods. And that's enough for them.
During this period, Frodo was unable to see Galadriel again. It seemed that the Elven Queen was busy with her affairs and had no time to talk to them. This made Frodo extremely regretful.
Finally, on the fifth day, they decided to set off.
On this day, after breakfast, Frodo and Noratul said goodbye to the lawn next to the fountain. Frodo felt heavy at this time. Because this was a beautiful place, and although he couldn't remember how many days and nights he spent here, it already felt like home. As they paused for a moment to gaze at the spring of water shining white in the sun, Haldir came toward them across the grassy clearing. He was carrying a package in his hand.
Frodo greeted him cheerfully.
"I'm sorry to hear the news of your departure, but we all know that this separation is necessary, so the elves will not retain their guests, but wish them a smooth future." Haldir first told Turka The son bowed slightly, then smiled and said to Frodo. "May Varda's star shine forever on their heads."
"This is more important than anything else," said Frodo, "because in these troubled times, there is nothing more exciting than a bright future."
"It seems that the elves left something for you." Haldir laughed loudly: "Idiots will not understand this, but the hobbits said what they wanted to express."
Frodo bowed slightly in thanks.
Haldir came back and returned the gesture. He then handed over the package in his hand, explaining that it was a gift from Lady Galadriel to the bearer of the ring. Note that Haldir uses the singular "he" here, which means that the son of Turka did not receive the gift from the elves.
But obviously, Noratu didn't mind, because the Arakanor family owned something richer and more beautiful than the elves of Middle-earth today, and Galadriel knew this.
Frodo opened it and found that what the elves had given him was a hooded cloak tailor-made for him. It was made of silk material woven by the people of Galadhrim. It was light but warm. It's hard to tell what color it is: under the trees it looks like a twilight-tinged gray; but moving, or in another light, it looks like a rich shade of green; at night it looks like the color of a fallow field. Brown; under the starlight, it is a water-like dark silver. Each cloak is fastened at the neck with a green leaf brooch with silver veins.
"Is this cloak enchanted?" asked Frodo, looking at it in wonder.
"I don't know what you mean by that." Haldir replied, "It is exquisite clothing, of excellent quality, because it was made here. It must be an elf-style robe. If you are like this Meaning. Leaves and branches, water and rocks: the color and beauty of all things as they bathe in the twilight of our beloved Lórien, this garment possesses; for we pour into it our thoughts of all that we love. Everything you create by hand. However, it's still clothing, not armor, and it won't make you invulnerable. But it should be helpful: it's light enough to wear and can keep you warm or cool when necessary. You'll also I found that whether you are walking in the forest or among the rocks, it can very effectively help you avoid those hostile eyes. Madam really values you very much! Because these clothes were knitted by Madam herself, we have never let outsiders wear them in the past. Wear the costumes of our own people.”
This was indeed a great honor for Frodo, and he put on the cloak with joy. Then he discovered that the cold wind in the morning had no effect on him anymore, and he felt warm: there was also a small crystal bottle in the gift, and the bottle seemed to contain starlight. The white light came out of the bottle, which was gorgeous and charming.
"This bottle was specially prepared for you by the lady. It was captured from the fountain of Galadriel, the light of Eärendil's star." Haldir said, "When the night surrounds you, it Instead, it will shine brighter. When all light is extinguished, may it be your light in the darkness. Remember Galadriel and her water mirror! This is what the Queen asked me to convey to you."
Frodo accepted the bottle, and for a moment it radiated light between the two of them, and he seemed to see the elf-queen again, standing upright, great and beautiful, but no longer terrifying. He bowed towards the tallest turtle tree, but was speechless.
"And you." Haldir said respectfully to the son of Turka: "The lady said that there is nothing in Middle-earth that can make the Arakanor family more glorious, so the Galadhrim will not send anything that will make both sides feel ashamed. A gift. But the son of Turka should know that the blessings of the elves are always with you."
Nolatu also bowed slightly to show his gratitude.
Just like that, they ended up saying goodbye. When Frodo and Norathu, led by Haldir, walked through Karathgarathon, there was no one on the green paths. But among the trees above they heard many voices whispering and singing, but they moved on in silence.
Finally, Haldir led them down the southern slope of the hill, to a gate hung with many lamps, and onto a white bridge. Then he walked out and left this elven city.
Then, they turned off the paved road and walked onto a path that led deep into the jungle. They continued forward, winding through the undulating forest land mottled with silver shadows, and went straight down, first to the south and then to the east. Go towards the banks of the great river Anduin.
They walked about ten miles and came to a high green wall. It was almost noon. Passing through a door in the wall, they suddenly emerged from the woods. In front of them was a long lawn with crystal green grass and dotted with golden little flowers of Elanor that twinkled in the sun. The lawn stretched forward into a narrow tongue-shaped land, and the headland was very bright on the left and right sides: to the right and west flowed the shining Silver Vein River;
There was still forest on the other side of the two rivers, stretching southward as far as the eye could see, but all the banks were bare. After leaving Lorien's territory, there was no longer a turtle tree raising its branches covered with golden leaves.
At this point, Frodo and Noratul officially left the Golden Forest.
"Please allow me to say goodbye to my elven friends." Haldir stopped and said to Frodo in an elegant and noble tone: "I have a hunch that we will not meet again in Middle-earth, but Maybe we can meet again on the other side of the sea, and hope that the friendship between elves and hobbits will last forever."
Frodo couldn't help but look back. He seemed to see the noble lady raising her hands to say her final farewell on the thousand-foot-high turtle tree. Although the distance was far away, her singing came on the wind, extremely clear. . However, this time she sang in the ancient language of the elves across the sea, and he could not understand the words: the melody was wonderful, but it did not comfort him.
However, they also functioned as Elvish, engraved in his memory, and later he did his best to translate the lyrics: this language is the language of Elvish songs, speaking of things little known in Middle-earth.
Ai! laurië lantar lassi súrinen,
It’s a great experience!
Yéni ve lintë yuldar avánier
mi oromardi lisse-miruvóreva
Andúnë pella, Vardo tellumar
nu luini yassen tintilar i eleni
ómaryo airetári-lírinen.
Sí man i yulma nin enquantuva?
An sí Tintallë Varda Oiolossëo
ve fanyar máryat Elentári ortanë
ar ilyë tier undulávë lumbulë;
ar sindanóriello caita mornië
i falmalinnar imbë met, ar hísië
untúpa Calaciryo míri oialë.
Sí vanwa ná, Rómello vanwa, Valimar!
Namárië! Nai hiruvalyë Valimar.
Nai elyë hiruva. Namárië!
And translated into the language we are familiar with, it is: Ah, the leaves in the wind are falling like gold,
Years pass,
Countless as the feathery leaves of forest trees,
The flow is like the mead flowing at the banquet in the hall on the other side!
In Varda's sacred and solemn song,
The stars twinkled in the deep blue sky above.
Who will fill my glass now?
On the top of Yongjie Mountain,
Varda, Queen of the Stars, who ignited the stars,
I have raised my hands, and the things are like clouds covering them,
Every way back is covered in mist.
On the gray sea that separates the two shores, darkness envelopes the whitecaps,
Fog blocked the light from the Karachiriya Pass.
Where are we searching now? Where are we searching on this shore?
Velima, the city of the Lord God?
Bye now! I wish you could see Velima,
Have a safe journey! May you finally meet Velima.
"Farewell, Lothlórien!" Frodo suddenly felt a trace of sadness, and he shouted: "Farewell, Haldir, may you and I meet again." Then Smaugesh flew from the sky with a strong wind. Then, he landed in front of the three people.
Noratu and Frodo boarded the dragon, which was not allowed to stay in the territory of the Galadhrim, and flew towards Mordor.
