Then there was a pause,and after it many swift scenes followed that Frodo in some way knew to be parts of a great history in which he had never seen before but knew at once: the Sea,darkness fell.The sea rose and raged in a great storm.Then he saw against the sun,sinking blood-red into a wrack of cloulds,the black outline of a tall ship with torn sails riding up out of the west.Then a wide river flowing through a populous city.Then a white fortress with seven towers.And then again a ship with black sails,but now it was morning again,and the water rippled with lights,and a banner bearing the emblem of a white shone in the sun.A smoke as of the fire and battle arose,and again the sun went down in a burning red that faded into a grey mist;and into the mist a small ship passed away,twinkling w... (查看原文)
'Of course, it is likely enough, my friends,' he said slowly, 'likely enough that we are going to our doom: the last march of the Ents. But if we stayed at home and did nothing, doom would find us anyway, sooner or later. That thought has long been growing in our hearts; and that is why we are marching now. It was not a hasty resolve. Now at least the last march of the Ents may be worth a song. Aye,' he sighed, 'we may help the other peoples before we pass away. Still, I should have liked to see the songs come true about the Entwives. I should dearly have liked to see Fimbrethil again. But there, my friends, songs like trees bear fruit only in their own time and their own way: and sometimes they are withered untimely.' (查看原文)
