Nai ely。 hiruva。 Namáril！
'Ah！ like gold fall the leaves in the wind； long years numberless as the wings of trees！ The long years have passed like swift draughts of the sweet mead in lofty halls beyond the West； beneath the blue vaults of Varda wherein the stars tremble in the song of her voice； holy and queenly。 Who now shall refill the cup for me？ For now the Kindler； Varda； the Queen of the Stars； from Mount Everwhite has uplifted her hands like clouds； and all paths are drowned deep in shadow； and out of a grey country darkness lies on the foaming waves between us； and mist covers the jewels of Calacirya for ever。 Now lost； lost to those from the East is Valimar！ Farewell！ Maybe thou shalt find Valimar。 Maybe even thou shalt find it。 Farewell！ ' Varda is the name of that Lady whom the Elves in these lands of exile name Elbereth。
Suddenly the River swept round a bend； and the banks rose upon either side； and the light of Lórien was hidden。 To that fair land Frodo never came again。
The travellers now turned their faces to the journey； the sun was before them； and their eyes were dazzled； for all were filled with tears。 Gimli wept openly。
'I have looked the last upon that which was fairest；' he said to Legolas his panion。 'Henceforward I will call nothing fair； unless it be her gift。' He put his hand to his breast。
'Tell me； Legolas； why did I e on this Quest？ Little did I know where the chief peril lay！ Truly Elrond spoke； saying that we could not foresee what we might meet upon our road。 Torment in the dark was the danger that I feared； and it did not hold me back。 But I would not have e； had I known the danger of light and joy。 Now I have taken my worst wound in this parting； even if I were to go this night straight to the Dark Lord。 Alas for Gimli son of Glóin！ '
'Nay！' said Legolas。 'Alas for us all！ And for all that walk the world in these afterdays。 For such is the way of it： to find and lose； as it seems to those whose boat is on the running stream。 But I count you blessed； Gimli son of Glóin： for your loss you suffer of your own free will； and you might have chosen otherwise。 But you have not forsaken your panions； and the least reward that you shall have is that the memory of Lothlórien shall remain ever clear and unstained in your heart； and shall neither fade nor grow stale。'
'Maybe；' said Gimli； 'and I thank you for your words。 True words doubtless； yet all such fort is cold。 Memory is not what the heart desires。 That is only a mirror； be it clear as Kheledzaram。 Or so says the heart of Gimli the Dwarf。 Elves may see things otherwise。 Indeed I have heard that for them memory is more like to the waking world than to a dream。 Not so for Dwarves。
'But let us talk no more of it。 Look to the boat！ She is too low in the water with all this baggage； and the Great River is swift。 I do not wish to drown my grief in cold water。' He took up a paddle； and steered towards the western bank； following Aragorn's boat ahead； which had already moved out of the middle stream。
So the pany went on their long way； down the wide hurrying waters； borne ever southwards。 Bare woods stalked along either bank； and they could not see any glimpse of the lands behind。 The breeze died away and the River flowed without a sound。 No voice of bird broke the silence。 The sun grew misty as the day grew old； until it gleamed in a pale sky like a high white pearl。 Then it faded into the West； and dusk came early； followed by a grey and starless night。 Far into the dark quiet hours they floated on； guiding their boats under the overhanging shadows of the western woods。 Great trees passed by like ghosts； thrusting their twisted thirsty roots through the mist down into the water。 It was dreary and cold。 Frodo sat and listened to the faint lap and gurgle of the River fretting among the treeroots and driftwood near the shore； until his head nodded and he fell into an uneasy sleep。
Chapter 9
The Great River
Frodo was roused by Sam。 He found that he was lying； well wrapped； under tall greyskinned trees in a quiet corner of the woodlands on the west bank of the Great River； Anduin。 He had slept the night away； and the grey of morning was dim among the bare branches。 Gimli was busy with a small fire near at hand。
They started again before the day was broad。 Not that most of the pany were eager to hurry southwards： they were content that the decision； which they must make at latest when they came to Rauros and the Tindrock Isle； still lay some days ahead； and they let the River bear them on at its own pace； having no desire to hasten towards the perils that lay beyond； whichever course they took in the end。 Aragorn let them drift with the stream as they wished； husbanding their strength against weariness to e。 But he insisted that at least they should start early each day and journey on far into the evening； for he felt in his heart that time was pressing； and he feared that the Dark Lord had not been idle while they lingered in Lórien。
Noheless they saw no sign of an enemy that day； nor the next。 The dull grey hours passed without event。 As the third day of their voyage wore on the lands changed slowly： the trees thinned and then failed altogether。 On the eastern bank to their left they saw long formless slopes stretching up and away toward the sky； brown and withered they looked； as if fire had passed over them； leaving no living blade of green： an unfriendly waste without even a broken tree or a bold stone to relieve the emptiness。 They had e to the Brown Lands that lay； vast and desolate； between Southern Mirkwood and the hills of the Emyn Muil。 What pestilence or war or evil deed of the Enemy had so blasted all that region even Aragorn could not tell。
Upon the west to their right the land was treeless also； but it was flat； and in many places green with wide plains of grass。 On this side of the River they passed forests of great reeds； so tall that they shut out all view to the west； as the little boats went rustling by along their fluttering borders。 Their dark withered plumes bent and tossed in the light cold airs； hissing softly and sadly。 Here and there through openings Frodo could catch sudden glimpses of rolling meads； and far beyond them hills in the sunset； and away on the edge of sight a dark line； where marched the southernmost ranks of the Misty Mountains。
There was no sign of living moving things； save birds。 Of these there were many： small fowl whistling and piping in the reeds； but they were seldom seen。 Once or twice the travellers heard the rush and whine of swanwings； and looking up they saw a great phalanx streaming along the sky。
'Swans！' said Sam。 'And mighty big ones too！'
'Yes；' said Aragorn； 'and they are black swans。'
'How wide and empty and mournful all this country looks！' said Frodo。 'I always imagined that as one journeyed south it got warmer and merrier； until winter was left behind for ever。'
'But we have not journeyed far south yet；' answered Aragorn。 'It is still winter； and we are far from the sea。 Here the world is cold until the sudden spring； and we may yet have snow again。 Far away down in the Bay of Belfalas； to which Anduin runs； it is warm and merry； may