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‘What did you blush for； Sam？ ' said Pippin。 ‘You soon broke down。 Anyonewould have thought you had a guilty conscience。 I hope it was nothing worsethan a wicked plot to steal one of my blankets。'
‘I never thought no such thing；' answered Sam； in no mood for jest。 'Ifyou want to know； I felt as if I hadn't got nothing on； and I didn't like it。
She seemed to be looking inside me and asking me what I would do if she gaveme the chance of flying back home to the Shire to a nice little hole with…witha bit of garden of my own。'
‘That's funny；' said Merry。 'Almost exactly what I felt myself； only；
only well； I don't think I'II say any more；' he ended lamely。
All of them； it seemed； had fared alike： each had felt that he wasoffered a choice between a shadow full of fear that lay ahead； and somethingthat he greatly desired： clear before his mind it lay； and to get it he hadonly to turn aside from the road and leave the Quest and the war againstSauron to others。
‘And it seemed to me； too；' said Gimli； ‘that my choice would remainsecret and known only to myself。'
'To me it seemed exceedingly strange；' said Boromir。 ‘Maybe it was only atest； and she thought to read our thoughts for her own good purpose； butalmost I should have said that she was tempting us； and offering what shepretended to have the power to give。 It need not be said that I refused tolisten。 The Men of Minas Tirith are true to their word。' But what he thoughtthat the Lady had offered him Boromir did not tell。
And as for Frodo； he would not speak； though Boromir pressed him withquestions。 ‘She held you long in her gaze； Ring…bearer；' he said。
‘Yes；' said Frodo； ‘but whatever came into my mind then I will keepthere。'
‘Well； have a care！ ' said Boromir。 ‘I do not feel too sure of thisElvish Lady and her purposes。'
‘Speak no evil of the Lady Galadriel！ ' said Aragorn sternly。 'You knownot what you say。 There is in her and in this land no evil； unless a man bringit hither himself。 Then let him beware！ But tonight I shall sleep without fearfor the first time since I left Rivendell。 And may I sleep deep； and forgetfor a while my grief！ I am weary in body and in heart。' He cast himself downupon his couch and fell at once into a long sleep。
The others soon did the same； and no sound or dream disturbed theirslumber。 When they woke they found that the light of day was broad upon thelawn before the pavilion。 and the fountain rose and fell glittering in thesun。
They remained some days in Lothlórien； so far as they could tell orremember。 All the while that they dwelt there the sun shone clear； save for agentle rain that fell at times； and passed away leaving all things fresh andclean。 The air was cool and soft； as if it were early spring； yet they feltabout them the deep and thoughtful quiet of winter。 It seemed to them thatthey did little but eat and drink and rest； and walk among the trees； and itwas enough。
They had not seen the Lord and Lady again； and they had little speechwith the Elven…folk； for few of these knew or would use the Westron tongue。
Haldir had bidden them farewell and gone back again to the fences of theNorth； where great watch was now kept since the tidings of Moria that thepany had brought。 Legolas was away much among the Galadhrim； and after thefirst night he did not sleep with the other panions； though he returned toeat and talk with them。 Often he took Gimli with him when he went abroad in
the land； and the others wondered at this change。
Now as the panions sat or walked together they spoke of Gandalf； andall that each had known and seen of him came clear before their minds。 As theywere healed of hurt and weariness of body the grief of their loss grew morekeen。 Often they heard nearby Elvish voices singing； and knew that they weremaking songs of lamentation for his fall； for they caught his name among thesweet sad words that they could not understand。
_Mithrandir； Mithrandir_ sang the Elves； _O Pilgrim Grey！_For so theyloved to call him。 But if Legolas was with the pany； he would not interpretthe songs for them； saying that he had not the skill； and that for him thegrief was still too near； a matter for tears and not yet for song。
It was Frodo who first put something of his sorrow into halting words。 Hewas seldom moved to make song or rhyme； even in Rivendell he had listened andhad not sung himself； though his memory was stored with many things thatothers had made before him。 But now as he sat beside the fountain in Lórien
and heard about him the voices of the Elves； his thought took shape in a songthat seemed fair to him； yet when he tried to repeat it to Sam only snatchesremained； faded as a handful of withered leaves。
When evening in the Shire was grey
his footsteps on the Hill were heard；
before the dawn he went away
on journey long without a word。
From Wilderland to Western shore；
from northern waste to southern hill；
through dragon…lair and hidden door
and darkling woods he walked at will。
With Dwarf and Hobbit； Elves and Men；
with mortal and immortal folk；
with bird on bough and beast in den；
in their own secret tongues he spoke。
A deadly sword； a healing hand；
a back that bent beneath its load；
a trumpet…voice； a burning brand；
a weary pilgrim on the road。
A lord of wisdom throned he sat；
swift in anger； quick to laugh；
an old man in a battered hat
who leaned upon a thorny staff。
He stood upon the bridge alone
and Fire and Shadow both defied；
his staff was broken on the stone；
in Khazad…d。m his wisdom died。
‘Why； you'll be beating Mr。 Bilbo next！ ' said Sam。
'No； I am afraid not；' said Frodo。 'But that is the best I can do yet。'
'Well； Mr。 Frodo； if you do have another go； I hope you'll say a wordabout his fireworks；' said Sam。 ‘Something like this：
The finest rockets ever seen：
they burst in stars of blue and green；
or after thunder golden showers
came falling like a rain of flowers。
Though that doesn't do them justice by a long road。'
‘No； I'll leave that to you； Sam。 Or perhaps to Bilbo。 But…well。 I can'ttalk of it any more。 I can't bear to think of bringing the news to him。'
One evening Frodo and Sam were walking together in the cool twilight。
Both of them felt restless again。 On Frodo suddenly the shadow of parting hadfallen： he knew somehow that the time was very near when he must leaveLothlórien。
‘What do you think of Elves now； Sam？ ' he said。 ‘I asked you the samequestion once before…it seems a very long while ago； but you have seen more ofthem since then。'
'I have indeed！ ' said Sam。 'And I reckon there's Elves and Elves。
They're all elvish enough； but they're not all the same。 Now these folk aren'twanderers or homeless； and seem a bit nearer to the likes of us： they seem tobelong here； more even than Hobbits do in the Shire。 Whether they've made theland； or the land's made them； it's hard to say； if you take my meaning。 It'swonderfully quiet here。 Nothing seems to be going on； and nobody seems to wantit to。 If there's any magic about； it's right down deep； where I can't lay myhands on it； in a manner of speaking。'
'You can see and feel it everywhere；' said Frodo。
'Well；' said Sam； 'you can't see nobo