jrt.fellowshipofring-第61节

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　　　At　that　moment　there　was　a　knock　on　the　door；　and　Sam　came　in。　He　ran　to　Frodo　and　took　his　left　hand；　awkwardly　and　shyly。　He　stroked　it　gently　and　then　he　blushed　and　turned　hastily　away。
　　　‘Hullo；　Sam！'　said　Frodo。
　　　‘It's　warm！'　said　Sam。　‘Meaning　your　hand；　Mr。　Frodo。　It　has　felt　so　cold　through　the　long　nights。　But　glory　and　trumpets！'　he　cried；　turning　round　again　with　shining　eyes　and　dancing　on　the　floor。　'It's　fine　to　see　you　up　and　yourself　again；　sir！　Gandalf　asked　me　to　e　and　see　if　you　were　ready　to　e　down；　and　I　thought　he　was　joking。'
　　　'I　am　ready；'　said　Frodo。　'Let's　go　and　look　for　the　rest　of　the　party！'
　　　‘I　can　take　you　to　them；　sir；'　said　Sam。　‘It's　a　big　house　this；　and　very　peculiar。　Always　a　bit　more　to　discover；　and　no　knowing　what　you'll　find　round　a　corner。　And　Elves；　sir！　Elves　here；　and　Elves　there！　Some　like　kings；　terrible　and　splendid；　and　some　as　merry　as　children。　And　the　music　and　the　singing…not　that　I　have　had　the　time　or　the　heart　for　much　listening　since　we　got　here。　But　I'm　getting　to　know　some　of　the　ways　of　the　place。'
　　　'I　know　what　you　have　been　doing；　Sam；'　said　Frodo；　taking　his　arm。　'But　you　shall　be　merry　tonight；　and　listen　to　your　heart's　content。　e　on；　guide　me　round　the　corners！'
　　　Sam　led　him　along　several　passages　and　down　many　steps　and　out　into　a　high　garden　above　the　steep　bank　of　the　river。　He　found　his　friends　sitting　in　a　porch　on　the　side　of　the　house　looking　east。　Shadows　had　fallen　in　the　valley　below；　but　there　was　still　a　light　on　the　faces　of　the　mountains　far　above。　The　air　was　warm。　The　sound　of　running　and　falling　water　was　loud；　and　the　evening　was　filled　with　a　faint　scent　of　trees　and　flowers；　as　if　summer　still　lingered　in　Elrond's　gardens。
　　　‘Hurray！'　cried　Pippin；　springing　up。　‘Here　is　our　noble　cousin！　Make　way　for　Frodo；　Lord　of　the　Ring！'
　　　'Hush！'　said　Gandalf　from　the　shadows　at　the　back　of　the　porch。　‘Evil　things　do　not　e　into　this　valley；　but　all　the　same　we　should　not　name　them。　The　Lord　of　the　Ring　is　not　Frodo；　but　the　master　of　the　Dark　Tower　of　Mordor；　whose　power　is　again　stretching　out　over　the　world！　We　are　sitting　in　a　fortress。　Outside　it　is　getting　dark。'
　　　‘Gandalf　has　been　saying　many　cheerful　things　like　that；'　said　Pippin。　‘He　thinks　I　need　keeping　in　order。　But　it　seems　impossible；　somehow；　to　feel　gloomy　or　depressed　in　this　place。　I　feel　I　could　sing；　if　I　knew　the　right　song　for　the　occasion。'
　　　‘I　feel　like　singing　myself；'　laughed　Frodo。　‘Though　at　the　moment　I　feel　more　like　eating　and　drinking！'
　　　‘That　will　soon　be　cured；'　said　Pippin。　‘You　have　shown　your　usual　cunning　in　getting　up　just　in　time　for　a　meal。'
　　　‘More　than　meal！　A　feast！'　said　Merry。　‘As　soon　as　Gandalf　reported　that　you　were　recovered；　the　preparations　began。'　He　had　hardly　finished　speaking　when　they　were　summoned　to　the　hall　by　the　ringing　of　many　bells。
　　　The　hall　of　Elrond's　house　was　filled　with　folk：　Elves　for　the　most　part；　though　there　were　a　few　guests　of　other　sorts。　Elrond；　as　was　his　custom；　sat　in　a　great　chair　at　the　end　of　the　long　table　upon　the　dais；　and　next　to　him　on　the　one　side　sat　Glorfindel；　on　the　other　side　sat　Gandalf。
　　　Frodo　looked　at　them　in　wonder；　for　he　had　never　before　seen　Elrond；　of　whom　so　many　tales　spoke；　and　as　they　sat　upon　his　right　hand　and　his　left；　Glorfindel；　and　even　Gandalf；　whom　he　thought　he　knew　so　well；　were　revealed　as　lords　of　dignity　and　power。　Gandalf　was　shorter　in　stature　than　the　other　two；　but　his　long　white　hair；　his　sweeping　silver　beard；　and　his　broad　shoulders；　made　him　look　like　some　wise　king　of　ancient　legend。　In　his　aged　face　under　great　snowy　brows　his　dark　eyes　were　set　like　coals　that　could　leap　suddenly　into　fire。
　　　Glorfindel　was　tall　and　straight；　his　hair　was　of　shining　gold；　his　face　fair　and　young　and　fearless　and　full　of　joy；　his　eyes　were　bright　and　keen；　and　his　voice　like　music；　on　his　brow　sat　wisdom；　and　in　his　hand　was　strength。
　　　The　face　of　Elrond　was　ageless；　neither　old　nor　young；　though　in　it　was　written　the　memory　of　many　things　both　glad　and　sorrowful。　His　hair　was　dark　as　the　shadows　of　twilight；　and　upon　it　was　set　a　circlet　of　silver；　his　eyes　were　grey　as　a　clear　evening；　and　in　them　was　a　light　like　the　light　of　stars。　Venerable　he　seemed　as　a　king　crowned　with　many　winters；　and　yet　hale　as　a　tried　warrior　in　the　fulness　of　his　strength。　He　was　the　Lord　of　Rivendell　and　mighty　among　both　Elves　and　Men。
　　　In　the　middle　of　the　table；　against　the　woven　cloths　upon　the　wall；　there　was　a　chair　under　a　canopy；　and　there　sat　a　lady　fair　to　look　upon；　and　so　like　was　she　in　form　of　womanhood　to　Elrond　that　Frodo　guessed　that　she　was　one　of　his　close　kindred。　Young　she　was　and　yet　not　so。　The　braids　of　her　dark　hair　were　touched　by　no　frost；　her　white　arms　and　clear　face　were　flawless　and　smooth；　and　the　light　of　stars　was　in　her　bright　eyes；　grey　as　a　cloudless　night；　yet　queenly　she　looked；　and　thought　and　knowledge　were　in　her　glance；　as　of　one　who　has　known　many　things　that　the　years　bring。　Above　her　brow　her　head　was　covered　with　a　cap　of　silver　lace　netted　with　small　gems；　glittering　white；　but　her　soft　grey　raiment　had　no　ornament　save　a　girdle　of　leaves　wrought　in　silver。
　　　So　it　was　that　Frodo　saw　her　whom　few　mortals　had　yet　seen；　Arwen；　daughter　of　Elrond；　in　whom　it　was　said　that　the　likeness　of　Lúthien　had　e　on　earth　again；　and　she　was　called　Undómiel；　for　she　was　the　Evenstar　of　her　people。　Long　she　had　been　in　the　land　of　her　mother's　kin；　in　Lórien　beyond　the　mountains；　and　was　but　lately　returned　to　Rivendell　to　her　father's　house。　But　her　brothers；　Elladan　and　Elrohir；　were　out　upon　errantry：　for　they　rode　often　far　afield　with　the　Rangers　of　the　North；　forgetting　never　their　mother's　torment　in　the　dens　of　the　orcs。
　　　Such　loveliness　in　living　thing　Frodo　had　never　seen　before　nor　imagined　in　his　mind；　and　he　was　both　surprised　and　abashed　to　find　that　he　had　a　seat　at　Elrond's　table　among　all　these　folk　so　high　and　fair。　Though　he　had　a　suitable　chair；　and　was　raised　upon　several　cushions；　he　felt　very　small；　and　rather　out　of　place；　but　that　feeling　quickly　passed。　The　feast　was　merry　and　the　food　all　that　his　hunger　could　desire。　It　was　some　time　before　he　looked　about　him　again　or　even　turned　to　his　neighbours。
　　　He　looked　first　for　his　friends。　Sam　had　begged　to　be　allowed　to　wait　on　his　master；　but　had　been　told　that　for　this　time　he　was　a　guest　of　honour。　Frodo　could　see　him　now；　sitting　with　Pippin　and　Merry　at　the　upper　end　of　one　of　the　side…tables　close　to　the　dais。　He　could　see　no　sign　of　Strider。
　　　Next　to　Frodo　on　his　right　sat　a　dwarf　of　important　appearance；　richly　dressed。　His　beard；　very　long　and　forked；　was　white；　nearly　as　white　as　the　snow…white　cloth　of　his　garments。　He　wore　a　silver　belt；　and　round　his　neck　hung　a　chain　of　silver　and　diamonds。　Frodo　stopped　eating　to　look　at　him。
　　　'Wele　and　well　met！'　said　the　dwarf；　turning　towards　him。　Then　he　actually　rose　from　his　seat　and　bowed。　‘Glóin　at　your　service；'　he　said；　and　bowed　still　lower。
　　　'Frodo　Baggins　at　your　service　and　your　family's；'　said　Frodo　correctly；　rising　in　surprise　and　scattering　his　cushions。　'Am　I　right　in　guessing　that　you　are　the　Glóin；　one　of　the　twelve　panions　of　the　great　Thorin　Oakenshield？'
　　　‘Quite　right；'　answered　the　dwarf；　gathering　up　the　cushions　and　courteously　assisting　Frodo　back　into　his　seat。　'And　I　do　not　ask；　for　I　have　already　been　told　that　you　are　the　kinsman　and　adopted　heir　of　our　friend　Bilbo　the　renowned。　Allow　me　to　congratulate　you　on　your　recovery。'
　　　‘Thank　you　very　much；'　said　Frodo。
　　　'You　have　had　some　very　strange　adventures；　I　hear；'　said　Glóin。　'I　wonder　greatly　what　brings　four　hobbits　on　so　long　a　journey。　Nothing　like　it　has　happened　since　Bilbo　came　with　us。　But　perhaps　I　should　not　inquire　too　closely；　since　Elrond　and　Gandalf　do　not　seem　disposed　to　talk　of　this？'
　　　'I　think　we　will　not　speak　of　it；　at　least　not　yet；'　said　Frodo　politely。
　　　He　guessed　that　even　in　Elrond's　house　the　matter　of　the　Ring　was　not　one　for　casual　talk；　and　in　any　case　he　wished　to　forget　his　troubles　for　a　time。　'But　I　am　equally　curious；'　he　added；　‘to　learn　what　brings　so　important　a　dwarf　so　far　from　the　Lonely　Mountain。'
　　　Glóin　looked　at　him。　'If　you　have　not　heard；　I　think　we　will　not　speak　yet　of　that　either。　Master　Elrond　will　summon　us　all　ere　long；　I　believe；　and　then　we　shall　all　hear　many　things。　But　there　is　much　else　that　may　be　told。'
　　　Throughout　the　rest　of　the　meal　they　talked　together；　but　Frodo　listened　more　than　he　spoke；　for　the　news　of　the　Shire；　apart　from　the　Ring；　seemed　small　and　far…away　and　unimportant；　while　Glóin　had　much　to　tell　of　events　in　the　northern　regions　of　Wilderland。　Frodo　learned　that　Grimbeorn　the　Old；　son　of　Beorn；　was　now　the　lord　of　many　sturdy　men；　and　to　their　land　between　the　Mountains　and　Mirkwood　neither　orc　nor　wolf　dared　to　go。
　　　'lndeed；'　said　Glóin；　‘if　it　were　not　for　the　Beornings；　the　passage　from　Dale　to　Rivendell　would　long　ago　have　bee　impossible。　They　are　valiant　men　and　keep　open　the　High　Pass　and　the　Ford　of　Carrock。　But　their　tolls　are　high；'　he　added　with　a　shake　of　his　head；　‘and　like　Beorn　of　old　they　are　not