（摘抄）Kylin的LOR读书笔记BOOK III
也许有人还记得，BOOK I 和 BOOK II是在去年贴的，因为当时没人回贴，所以关于第三本的摘抄就没敢贴。今天在帮主整理的链接中居然看到了那两张老帖，所以想还是应当有头有尾善始善终，就斗胆把相隔以久的第三部分贴出来了。<br>因为被魔戒的语言之美所折服而作了摘抄，也想把自己喜欢的部分与大家分享，当时选句的理由也不过是因为用词美，或意境美，或说得绝，要不干脆是自己没见过的词语用法，再加上本人文学修养有限，所以不仅所选难保字字珠玑，更会有很多遗珠。<br>如果有哪位大人看时见到了也曾让自己心动的话语，或因为看到了这几篇摘抄中的文句对原著又有了再读一读的兴趣，那就是在下最大的满足了。Enjoy！<br>P.S.:这部中有两段诗的中文翻译在下非常喜欢，所以就附在原文后面了。<br> 因为是手打，有拼写错误请大人们包涵。<br><br><br> Book III<br>1. The Tower of Ecthelion, standing high within the topmost wall, shone out against the sky, glimmering like a spike of pearl and silver, tall and fair and shapely, and its pinnacle glittered as if it were wrought of crystals; and white banners broke and fluttered from the battlements in the morning breeze, and high and far he heard a clear ringing as of silver trumpets.<br>2. ‘What do you fear, lady?’ ‘A cage,’ Eyown said. ‘To stay behind bars, until use and old age accept them, and all chance of doing great deed is gone beyond recall or desire.’<br>3. Proud and grave he stood for a moment as he spoke to the guard, and Pippin gazing at him saw how closely he resembled his brother Boromir – whom Pippin had like from the first, admiring the great man’s lordly but kindly manner. Yet suddenly for Faramir his heart was strangely moved with a feeling that he had not known before. Here was one with an air of high nobility such as Aragorn at times revealed, less high perhaps, yet also less incalculable and remote: one of the Kings of Men born into a later time, but touched with the wisdom and sadness of the Elder Race.<br>4. But marred and dishonoured as they were, it often chanced that thus a man would see again the face of someone that he had known, who had walked proudly once in arms, or tilled the fields, or ridden in upon a holiday from the green vales in the hills.<br>5. Gandalf did not move. And in that very moment, away behind in some courtyard of the City, a cock crowed. Shrill and clear he crowed, recking nothing of wizardry or war, welcoming only the morning that in the sky far above the shadows of death was coming with the dawn.<br>6. Need brooks no delay, yet late is better than never.<br>7. Suddenly the king cried to Snowmane and the horse sprang away. Behind him his banner blew in the wind, white horse upon a field of green, but he outpaced it. After him thundered the knights of his house, but he was ever before them. Eomer rode there, the white horsetail on his helm floating in his speed, and the roared of the first regiment was like a breaker foaming to the shore, but Theoden could not be overtaken. Fey he seemed, or the battle-fury of his fathers ran like new fire in his veins, and he was borne up on Snowmane like a god of old when the world was young. His golden shield was uncovered, and lo! It shone like an image of the Sun, and the grass flamed into green about the white feet of his steed. Fro morning came, morning and a wind from the sea; and darkness was removed, and the hosts of Mordor wailed, and terror took them, and they fled, and died, and the hoofs of wrath rode over them. And then all the host of Rohan burst into song, and they sang as they slew, for the joy of battle was on them, and the sound of their singing that was fair and terrible came even to the City.<br>8. We heard of the horns in the hills ringing, / the swords shining in the South-kingdom. / Steeds went striding to the Stoningland / as wind in the morning. War was kindled. / There Theoden fell, Thengling mighty, / to his golden halls and green pastures / in the Northern fields never returning, / high lords of the host. Harding and Guthlaf, / Dunhere and Derwine, doughty Drimbold, / Herefara and Herubrand, Horn and Fastred, / fought and fell there in a far country: / in the Mounds of Mundburg under mould they lie / with their league-fellows, lords of Gondor. / Neither Hirluin the Fair to the hills by the sea, / nor Forlong the old to the flowering vales ever, to Arnach, to his own country returned in triumph; nor the tall bowmen, / Derufin and Duilin, to their dark waters, / mere of Morthond under mountain-shadows. / Death in the morning and at day’s ending / lords took and lowly. Long now they sleep / under grass in Gondor by th eGreat River. / Grey now s tears, gleaming silver, / red then it rolled, roaring water: / foam dyed with blood flamed at sunset; as beacons mountains burned at evening; red fell the dew in Rammas Echor.<br>山中传来号角奏鸣，/ 南方王国刀光剑影。/ 战争烽火已点燃，/ 骏马如风向石城。/ 抛却北方家国故园情长，/ 告别金色王宫葱绿牧场，/ 一代英王慷慨捐躯，/ 万军之主不归永往。/ Harding、Dunhere、Guthlaf，/ Horn、Derwine、Herefarr / 还有英勇的Herubrand, 忠勇之士，高贵无加，/ 英勇奋战，倒在远方。/ 他们与盟国将领 / 一同沉睡在石城卫塔的地下，/ 无法凯旋回故乡。/ 英俊的Hirluin回不了山海相连的地方，/ 年迈的Forlong闻不到鲜花山谷的芬芳。/ 还有Duilin和Derufin，/ 那高个子的弓箭手兄弟俩 / 回不了黑水沼，莫尔霍迪山阴的家乡。/ 就在那一天，从黎明一直到深夜，/ 就在那一天，无论高贵还是卑贱，/ 众将士在大河边，/ 冈多萋萋青草下睡到地老天荒。/ 流水泻银如同斑斑泪光，/ 当年却是怒涛滚滚翻血浪。/ 残阳如血赤浪如焰；/ 黄昏烽火燃烧正旺，/ Rammas Echor 的露水映着红光。<br>9. The light of the torches shimmered in his white hair like sun in the spray of a fountain, but his face was fair and young, save that a peace lay on it beyond the reach of youth; and it seemed that he slept.<br>10. The sweet influence of the herb stole about the chamber it seemed to those who stood by that a keen wind blew through the window, and it bore no scent, but was an air wholly fresh and clean and young, as if it had not before been breathed by any living thing and came new-made from snowy mountains high beneath a dome of stars, or from shores of silver far away washed by seas of foam.<br>11. ‘But it is the way of my people to use light words at such times and say less than they mean. We fear to say too much. It robs us of the right words when a jest is out of place.’<br>12. ‘But at least, Pippin, we can now see them, and honour them. It is best to love first what you are fitted to love, I suppose: you must start somewhere and have some roots, and the soil of the Shire is deep. Still there are things deeper and higher; and not a gaffer could tend his garden in what he calls peace but for tem, whether he knows about them or not, I am glad that I know about them, a little.’<br>13. There, peeping among the cloud-wrack above a dark tor high up in the mountains, Sam saw a white star twinkle for a while. The beauty of it smote his heart, as he looked up out of the forsaken land, and hope returned to him. Fro like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach.<br>14. ‘There you go about Ents again; but what they are beats me. Why, it will take weeds before we get all these things sized up.’<br>15. … I will leave, I will leave the woods that bore me; / For our days are ending and our years failing. / I will pass the wide waters lonely sailing, / Long are the waves on the Last Shore falling, / Sweet are the voices in the Lost Isle calling, / In Eressea, in Elvenhome that no man can discover; / Where the leave fall not: land of my people for ever.<br>… 离去，我将离去，告别生我养我的密林。/ 我们的时代行将结束，我们的年华正在消逝。/ 我将沧海横渡，孤舟远行。/ 彼岸的长浪已经落尽，/ 失落的岛屿传来甜蜜的声音，/ 那就是Eressea，精灵之家世人难寻，/ 在那里同胞们生生不息，万木长青。<br>16. ‘It needs but one foe to breed a war, not two, Master Warden,’ answered Eowyn. ‘And those who have not swords can still die upon them. Would you have the folk of Gondor gather you herbs only, when the Dark Lord gathers armies? And it is not always good to be healed in body. Not is it always evil to die in battle, even in bitter pain. Were I permitted, in this dark hour I would choose the latter.’<br>17. They walked on the grass or sat under a green tree together, now in silence, now in speech. And each day after they did likewise. And the Warden looking from his window was glad in heart, for he was a healer, and his care was lightened; and certain it was that, heavy as was the dread and foreboding of those days upon the hearts of men, still these two of his charges prospered and grew daily in strength.<br>18. ‘Two reasons there may be, but which is true, I do not know.’ She said: ‘I do not with to play at riddles. Speak plainer.’ ‘Then if you will have it so, lady,’ he said: ‘you do not go, because only your brother called for you, and to look on the Lord Aragorn, in his triumph would now bring you no joy. Or because I do not go, and you desire still to be near me. And maybe for both these reasons, and you be near me. And maybe for both these reasons, and you yourself cannot choose between them. Eowyn, do you not love me, or will you not?’ ‘I wished to be loved by another,’ she answered. ‘But I desire no man’s pity.’ ‘That I know. You desired to have the love of the Lord Aragorn. Because he was high and puissant, and you withed to have renown and glory and to be lifted far above the mean things that crawl on the earth. And as a great captain may to a young soldier he seemed to you admirable. Fro so he is , a lord among men, the greatest that now is. But when he gave you only understanding and pity, then you desired to have nothing, unless a brave death in battle. Do not scorn pity that is the gift of a gentle heart, Eowyn! But I do not offer you my pity. For you are a lady high and valiant and have yourself won renown that shall not be forgotten; and you are a lady beautiful, I deem, beyond even the words of the Elven-tongue to tell. And I love you. Once I pitied your sorrow. But now, were you sorrowless, without fear or any lack, were you the blissful Queen of Gondor, still I would love you. Eowyn, do you not love me?’<br>19. Gandalf said: ‘This is your realm, and the heart of the greater realm that shall be. The Third Age of the world is ended, and the new age is begun; and it is your task to order its beginning and to preserve what may be preserved. Fro though much has been saved, much must now pass away; and the power of the Three Rings also is ended. And all the lands that you see, and those that lie round about them, shall be dwellings of Men. Fro the time comes of the Dominion of Men, and the Elder Kindred shall fade or depart.’<br>20. Now the guests were ready, and they drank the stirrup-cup, and with great praise and friendship they departed.<br>21. ‘I observe, my good Fangorn,’ said Gandalf, ‘that with great care you say dwelt, was, grew. What about is? Is he dead?’<br>22. ‘Well here we are, just the four of us that started out together,’ said Merry. ‘We have left all the rest behind, one after another. It seems almost like a dream that had slowly faded.’ ‘Not to me,’ said Frodo. ‘To me it feels more like falling asleep again.’<br>23. Spring surpassed his wildest hopes. His trees began to sprout and grow, as if time was in a hurry and wished to make one year do for twenty. … Altogether 1420 in the Shire was a marvelous year. Not only was there wonderful sunshine and delicious rain, n due times and perfect measure, but here seemed something more: and air of richness and growth, and a gleam of a beauty beyond that of mortal summers that flicker and pass upon this Middle-earth. … The Northfarthing barley was so fine that the beer of 1420 malt was long remembered and became a byword.<br>24. ‘It must often be so, when things are in danger, some one has to give them up, lose them, so that others may keep them.’<br><br><br><br><br> 最喜欢Faramir和&Eacute;owyn那段 <!--emo&:lol:--><img src='http://vampire.l18.bizcn.com/bbs_en/html/emoticons/laugh.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='laugh.gif'><!--endemo--> （开玩笑，其实都是最喜欢的）：she answered. ‘But I desire no man’s pity.’Do not scorn pity that is the gift of a gentle heart, Eowyn! But I do not offer you my pity. For you are a lady high and valiant and have yourself won renown that shall not be forgotten; and you are a lady beautiful, I deem, beyond even the words of the Elven-tongue to tell. And I love you. Once I pitied your sorrow. But now, were you sorrowless, without fear or any lack, were you the blissful Queen of Gondor, still I would love you. Eowyn, do you not love me?’ <br>我也来凑个热闹：<br>Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?<br>Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?<br>Where is the hand on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?<br>Where is the spring and the havest and the tall corn growing?<br>They have passed like rain on the mountain, like the wind in the meadow;<br>The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.<br>Who shall gether the somke of the dead wood burning <br>Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?<br>一直都很喜欢这支关于Eorl的民歌，但译林把它译得实在是......<br>The travellers sat still without moving or speaking. On the green bank near to the very point of the Tongue the Lady Galadriel stood alone and silent. As they passed her they turned and their eyes watched her slowly floating away from them. For so it seemed to them: Lórien was slipping backward, like a bright ship masted with enchanted tress, sailing on to forgotten shores, while they sat helpless upon the margin of the grey and leafless world.<br><br>Soon the white form of the Lady was small and distant. She shone like a window of glass upon a far hill in the westering sun, or as a remote lake seen from a mountain: a crystal fallen in the lap of the land.<br><br>But to Sam the evening deepened to darkness as he stood at the Haven; and as he looked at the grey sea he saw only a shadow on the waters that was soon lost in the West. There still he stood far into the night, hearing only the sigh and murmur of the waves on the shores of Middle-earth, and the sound of them sank deep into his heart. Beside him stood Merry and Pippin, and they were silent.<br><br>"...and the sails were drawn up, and the wind blew, and slowly the ship slipped away down the long grey firth; and the light of the glass of Galadriel that Frodo bore glimmered and was lost. And the ship went out into the High Sea and passed on into the West, until at last on a night of rain Frodo smelled a sweet fragrance on the air and heard the sound of singing that came over the water. And then it seemed to him that as in his dream in the house of Bombadil, the grey rain-curtain turned all to silver glass and was rolled back, and he beheld the white shores and beyond them a far green country under a swift sunrise".<br><br>Gandalf: "Well, dear friends, here at last on the shores of the Sea our fellowship on Middle-Earth comes to an end. Go in peace! I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil."<br><br>'No, sir, of course not. Beren now, he never thought he was going to get that Silmaril from the Iron Crown in Thangorodrim, and yet he did, and that was a worse place and a blacker danger than ours. But that's a long tale, of course, and goes on past the hapiness and into grief and beyond it - and the Silmaril went on and came to E&auml;rendil. And why, sir, I never thought of that before! We've got - you've got some of the light of it in that star-glass that the Lady gave you! Why, to think of it, we're in the same tale still! It's going on. Don't the great tales never end?'<br><br>"For a while the three companions remained silent, gazing after him. Then Aragorn spoke. 'They will look for him from the White Tower,' he said, 'but he will not return from mountain or from sea.' Then slowly he began to sing:<br>Through Rohan over fen and field where the long grass grows<br>The West Wind comes walking, and about the walls it goes.<br>'What news from the West, O wandering wind, do you bring to me tonight?<br>Have you seen Boromir the Tall by moon or by starlight?'<br>'I saw him ride over seven streams, over waters wide and grey;<br>I saw him walk in empty lands, until he passed away<br>Into the shadows of the North. I saw him then no more.<br>The North Wind may have heard the horn of the son of Denethor.'<br>'O Boromir! From the high walls westward I looked afar, <br>But you came not from the empty lands where no men are.'<br>Then Legolas sang:<br>From the mouths of the Sea the South Wind flies, from the<br>sandhills and the stones;<br>The wailing of the gulls it bears, and at the gate it moans.<br>'What news from the South, O sighing wind, do you bring to me at eve?<br>Where now is Boromir the Fair? He tarries and I grieve.'<br>'Ask not of me where he doth dwell - so many bones there lie<br>On the white shores and the dark shores under the stormy sky;<br>So many have passed down Anduin to find the flowing Sea.<br>Ask of the North Wind news of them the North Wind sends<br>to me!'<br>'O Boromir! Beyond the gate the seaward road runs south,<br>But you came not with the wailing gulls from the grey<br>sea's mouth.'<br><br>Then Aragorn sang again:<br><br>From the Gate of Kings the North Wind rides, and past the roaring falls;<br>And clear and cold about the tower its loud horn calls.<br>'What news from the North, O mighty wind, do you bring to<br>me today?<br>What news of Boromir the Bold? For he is long away.'<br>'Beneath Amon Hen I heard his cry. There many foes he fought.<br>His cloven shield, his broken sword, they to water brought.<br>His head so proud, his face so fair, his limbs they laid to rest;<br>And Rauros, golden rauros-falls, bore him upon its breast.'<br>'O Boromir! The Tower of Guard shall ever northward gaze<br>To Rauros, golden rauros-falls, until the end of days.'<br><br>再贴一些SILM里的：<br>'Hail Gurthang! No lord or Loyalty dost thou know, save the hand that wieldeth thee. From no blood wilt thou shrink. Wilt thou therefore take Túrin Turambar, wilt thou slay me swiftly?'<br>And from the blade rang a cold voice in answer: 'Yea, I will drink thy blood gladly, that so I may forget the blood of Beleg my master, and the blood of Brandir slain unjustly. I will slay thee swiftly.'<br><br>'Hail, Nienor, daughter of Húrin. We meet again ere the end. I give thee joy that thou hast found thy brother at last. And thou shalt know him: a stabber in the dark, treacherous to foes, faithless to friends, and a curse unto his kin, Túrin son of Húrin! But the worst of all his deeds thou shalt feel in thyself.'<br>这段话真实对Túrin一生最好的评价 <!--emo&:(--><img src='http://vampire.l18.bizcn.com/bbs_en/html/emoticons/sad.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='sad.gif'><!--endemo--> <br><br>Farewell sweet earth and northern sky,<br>for ever blest, since here did lie<br>and here with lissome limbs did run<br>beneath the Moon, beneath the Sun,<br>Lúthien Tinúviel<br>more fair than mortal tongue can tell.<br>Though all to ruin fell the world<br>and were dissolved and backward hurled<br>unmade into the old abyss,<br>yet were its making good, for this—<br>the dusk, the dawn, the earth, the sea—<br>that Lúthien for a time should be.<br><br>‘Take now this Ring,’ he said; ‘for thy labours and thy cares will be heavy, but in all it will support thee and defend thee from weariness. For this is the Ring of Fire, and herewith, maybe, thou shalt rekindle hearts to the valour of old in a world that grows chill. But as for me, my heart is with the Sea, and I will dwell by the grey shores, guarding the Havens until the last ship sails. Then I shall await thee.’<br><br>White was that ship and long was it a-building, and long it awaited the end of which Círden had spoken. But when all these things were done, and the Heir of Isildur had taken up the lordship of Men, and the dominion of the West had passed to him, then it was made plain that the power of the Three Rings also was ended, and to the Firstborn the world grew old and grey. In that time the last of the Noldor set sail from the Havens and left Middle-earth for ever. And latest of all the Keepers of the Three Rings rode to the Sea, and Master Elrond took there the ship that Círden had made ready. In the twilight of autumn it sailed out of Mithlond, until the seas of the Bent World fell away beneath it, and the winds of the round sky troubled it no more, and borne upon the high airs above the mists of the world it passed into the Ancient West and an end was come for the Eldar of story and of song.<br><br>幸好有些是以前没事干时打在Word里的，现在竟派上用场了~~ <!--emo&:lol:--><img src='http://vampire.l18.bizcn.com/bbs_en/html/emoticons/laugh.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='laugh.gif'><!--endemo--> <br>下次继续，感谢楼主开了这个主题！ <!--emo&:wub:--><img src='http://vampire.l18.bizcn.com/bbs_en/html/emoticons/wub.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wub.gif'><!--endemo-->页:
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