the fellowship of the ring-第53部分

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And　grasped　at　moonbeams　glistening。　
Through　woven　woods　in　Elvenhome　
She　tightly　fled　on　dancing　feet；　
And　left　him　lonely　still　to　roam　
In　the　silent　forest　listening。　　
He　heard　there　oft　the　flying　sound　
Of　feet　as　light　as　linden…leaves；　
Or　music　welling　underground；　
In　hidden　hollows　quavering。　
Now　withered　lay　the　hemlock…sheaves；　
And　one　by　one　with　sighing　sound　
Whispering　fell　the　beechen　leaves　
In　the　wintry　woodland　wavering。　　
He　sought　her　ever；　wandering　far　
Where　leaves　of　years　were　thickly　strewn；　
By　light　of　moon　and　ray　of　star　
In　frosty　heavens　shivering。　
Her　mantle　glinted　in　the　moon；　
As　on　a　hill…top　high　and　far　
She　danced；　and　at　her　feet　was　strewn　
A　mist　of　silver　quivering。　　
When　winter　passed；　she　came　again；　
And　her　song　released　the　sudden　spring；　
Like　rising　lark；　and　falling　rain；　
And　melting　water　bubbling。　
He　saw　the　elven…flowers　spring　
　
About　her　feet；　and　healed　again　
He　longed　by　her　to　dance　and　sing　
Upon　the　grass　untroubling。　　
Again　she　fled；　but　swift　he　came。　
Tinúviel！　Tinúviel！　　
He　called　her　by　her　elvish　name；　
And　there　she　halted　listening。　
One　moment　stood　she；　and　a　spell　
His　voice　laid　on　her：　Beren　came；　
And　doom　fell　on　Tinúviel　　
That　in　his　arms　lay　glistening。　　
As　Beren　looked　into　her　eyes　
Within　the　shadows　of　her　hair；　
The　trembling　starlight　of　the　skies　
He　saw　there　mirrored　shimmering。　
Tinúviel　the　elven…fair；　
Immortal　maiden　elven…wise；　
About　him　cast　her　shadowy　hair　
And　arms　like　silver　glimmering。　　
Long　was　the　way　that　fate　them　bore；　
O'er　stony　mountains　cold　and　grey；　
Through　halls　of　iron　and　darkling　door；　
And　woods　of　nightshade　morrowless。　
The　Sundering　Seas　between　them　lay；　
And　yet　at　last　they　met　once　more；　
And　long　ago　they　passed　away　
In　the　forest　singing　sorrowless。　　
Strider　sighed　and　paused　before　he　spoke　again。　'That　is　a　song；'　hesaid；　'in　the　mode　that　is　called　_ann…thennath_　among　the　Elves；　but　is　hardto　render　in　our　mon　Speech；　and　this　is　but　a　rough　echo　of　it。　It　tellsof　the　meeting　of　Beren　son　of　Barahir　and　Lúthien　Tinúviel。　Beren　was　amortal　man；　but　Lúthien　was　the　daughter　of　Thingol；　a　King　of　Elves　uponMiddle…earth　when　the　world　was　young；　and　she　was　the　fairest　maiden　that　hasever　been　among　all　the　children　of　this　world。　As　the　stars　above　the　mistsof　the　Northern　lands　was　her　loveliness；　and　in　her　face　was　a　shining　light。　
In　those　days　the　Great　Enemy；　of　whom　Sauron　of　Mordor　was　but　a　servant；　
dwelt　in　Angband　in　the　North；　and　the　Elves　of　the　West　ing　back　toMiddle…earth　made　war　upon　him　to　regain　the　Silmarils　which　he　had　stolen；　
and　the　fathers　of　Men　aided　the　Elves。　But　the　Enemy　was　victorious　andBarahir　was　slain；　and　Beren　escaping　through　great　peril　came　over　theMountains　of　Terror　into　the　hidden　Kingdom　of　Thingol　in　the　forest　ofNeldoreth。　There　he　beheld　Lúthien　singing　and　dancing　in　a　glade　beside　theenchanted　river　Esgalduin；　and　he　named　her　Tinúviel；　that　is　Nightingale　inthe　language　of　old。　Many　sorrows　befell　them　afterwards；　and　they　were　partedlong。　Tinúviel　rescued　Beren　from　the　dungeons　of　Sauron；　and　together　theypassed　through　great　dangers；　and　cast　down　even　the　Great　Enemy　from　histhrone；　and　took　from　his　iron　crown　one　of　the　three　Silmarils；　brightest　ofall　jewels；　to　be　the　bride…price　of　Lúthien　to　Thingol　her　father。　Yet　at　thelast　Beren　was　slain　by　the　Wolf　that　came　from　the　gates　of　Angband；　and　hedied　in　the　arms　of　Tinúviel。　But　she　chose　mortality；　and　to　die　from　theworld；　so　that　she　might　follow　him；　and　it　is　sung　that　they　met　again　beyondthe　Sundering　Seas；　and　after　a　brief　time　walking　alive　once　more　in　thegreen　woods；　together　they　passed；　long　ago；　beyond　the　confines　of　thisworld。　So　it　is　that　Lúthien　Tinúviel　alone　of　the　Elf…kindred　has　died　indeed　　
and　left　the　world；　and　they　have　lost　her　whom　they　most　loved。　But　from　herthe　lineage　of　the　Elf…lords　of　old　descended　among　Men。　There　live　still　　
　
those　of　whom　Lúthien　was　the　foremother；　and　it　is　said　that　her　line　shallnever　fail。　Elrond　of　Rivendell　is　of　that　Kin。　For　of　Beren　and　Lúthien　was　　
born　Dior　Thingol's　heir；　and　of　him　Elwing　the　White　whom　E。rendil　wedded；　hethat　sailed　his　ship　out　of　the　mists　of　the　world　into　the　seas　of　heavenwith　the　Silmaril　upon　his　brow。　And　of　E。rendil　came　the　Kings　of　Númenor；　
that　is　Westernesse。'　　
As　Strider　was　speaking　they　watched　his　strange　eager　face；　dimly　lit　inthe　red　glow　of　the　wood…fire。　His　eyes　shone；　and　his　voice　was　rich　anddeep。　Above　him　was　a　black　starry　sky。　Suddenly　a　pale　light　appeared　overthe　crown　of　Weathertop　behind　him。　The　waxing　moon　was　climbing　slowly　abovethe　hill　that　overshadowed　them；　and　the　stars　above　the　hill…top　faded。　
The　story　ended。　The　hobbits　moved　and　stretched。　'Look！'　said　Merry。　
'The　Moon　is　rising：　it　must　be　getting　late。'　
The　others　looked　up。　Even　as　they　did　so；　they　saw　on　the　top　of　thehill　something　small　and　dark　against　the　glimmer　of　the　moonrise。　It　wasperhaps　only　a　large　stone　or　jutting　rock　shown　up　by　the　pale　light。　
Sam　and　Merry　got　up　and　walked　away　from　the　fire。　Frodo　and　Pippinremained　seated　in　silence。　Strider　was　watching　the　moonlight　on　the　hillintently。　All　seemed　quiet　and　still；　but　Frodo　felt　a　cold　dread　creepingover　his　heart；　now　that　Strider　was　no　longer　speaking。　He　huddled　closer　tothe　fire。　At　that　moment　Sam　came　running　back　from　the　edge　of　the　dell。　
'I　don't　know　what　it　is；'　he　said；　'but　I　suddenly　felt　afraid。　Idurstn't　go　outside　this　dell　for　any　money；　I　felt　that　something　wascreeping　up　the　slope。'　
'Did　you　_see_　anything？'　asked　Frodo；　springing　to　his　feet。　
'No；　sir。　I　saw　nothing；　but　I　didn't　stop　to　look。'　
'I　saw　something；'　said　Merry；　'or　I　thought　I　did　–　away　westwards　wherethe　moonlight　was　falling　on　the　flats　beyond　the　shadow　of　the　hill…tops；　I_thought_　there　were　two　or　three　black　shapes。　They　seemed　to　be　moving　thisway。'　
'Keep　close　to　the　fire；　with　your　faces　outward！'　cried　Strider。　'Getsome　of　the　longer　sticks　ready　in　your　hands！'　
For　a　breathless　time　they　sat　there；　silent　and　alert；　with　their　backsturned　to　the　wood…fire；　each　gazing　into　the　shadows　that　encircled　them。　
Nothing　happened。　There　was　no　sound　or　movement　in　the　night。　Frodo　stirred；　
feeling　that　he　must　break　the　silence：　he　longed　to　shout　out　aloud。　
'Hush！'　whispered　Strider。　'What's　that？'　gasped　Pippin　at　the　samemoment。　　
Over　the　lip　of　the　little　dell；　on　the　side　away　from　the　hill；　theyfelt；　rather　than　saw；　a　shadow　rise；　one　shadow　or　more　than　one。　Theystrained　their　eyes；　and　the　shadows　seemed　to　grow。　Soon　there　could　be　nodoubt：　　
three　or　four　tall　black　figures　were　standing　there　on　the　slope；　
looking　down　on　them。　So　black　were　they　that　they　seemed　like　black　holes　inthe　deep　shade　behind　them。　Frodo　thought　that　he　heard　a　faint　hiss　as　ofvenomous　breath　and　felt　a　thin　piercing　chill。　Then　the　shapes　slowlyadvanced。　　
Terror　overcame　Pippin　and　Merry；　and　they　threw　themselves　flat　on　theground。　Sam　shrank　to　Frodo's　side。　Frodo　was　hardly　less　terrified　than　hispanions；　he　was　quaking　as　if　he　was　bitter　cold；　but　his　terror　wasswallowed　up　in　a　sudden　temptation　to　put　on　the　Ring。　The　desire　to　do　thislaid　hold　of　him；　and　he　could　think　of　nothing　else。　He　did　not　forget　theBarrow；　nor　the　message　of　Gandalf；　but　something　seemed　to　be　pelling　himto　disregard　all　warnings；　and　he　longed　to　yield。　Not　with　the　hope　ofescape；　or　of　doing　anything；　either　good　or　bad：　he　simply　felt　that　he　musttake　the　Ring　and　put　it　on　his　finger。　He　could　not　speak。　He　felt　Samlooking　at　him；　as　if　he　knew　that　his　master　was　in　some　great　trouble；　buthe　could　not　turn　towards　him。　He　shut　his　eyes　and　struggled　for　a　while；　butresistance　became　unbearable；　and　at　last　he　slowly　drew　out　the　chain；　andslipped　the　Ring　on　the　forefinger　of　his　left　hand。　　
　
Immediately；　though　everything　else　remained　as　before；　dim　and　dark；　theshapes　became　terribly　clear。　He　was　able　to　see　beneath　their　blackwrappings。　There　were　five　tall　figures：　two　standing　on　the　lip　of　the　dell；　
three　advancing。　In　their　white　faces　burned　keen　and　merciless　eyes；　undertheir　mantles　were　long　grey　robes；　upon　their　grey　hairs　were　helms　ofsilver；　in　their　haggard　hands　were　swords　of　steel。　Their　eyes　fell　on　himand　pierced　him；　as　they　rushed　towards　him。　Desperate；　he　drew　his　own　sword；　
and　it　seemed　to　him　that　it　flickered　red；　as　if　it　was　a　firebrand。　Two　ofthe　figures　halted。　The　third　was　taller　than　the　others：　his　hair　was　longand　gleaming　and　on　his　helm　was　a　crown。　In　one　hand　he　held　a　long　sword；　
and　in　the　other　a　knife；　both　the　knife　and　the　hand　that　held　it　glowed　witha　pale　light。　He　sprang　forward　and　bore　down　on　Frodo。　
At　that　moment　Frodo　threw　himself　forward　on　the　ground；　and　he　heardhimself　crying　aloud：　O　_Elbereth！　Gilthoniel！_　At　the　same　time　he　struck　atthe　feet　of　his　enemy。　A　shrill　cry　rang　out　in　the　night；　and　he　felt　a　painlike　a　dart　of　poisoned　ice　pierce　his　left　shoulder。　Even　as　he　swooned　hecaught；　as　through　a　swirling　mist；　a　glimpse　of　Strider　leaping　out