Don't put a lump of rock under my elbow again!

Sleep! I feel the need of it, as never I thought any dwarf could , riding is tiring work. Yet my axe is restless in my hand. Give me a row of orc-necks and room to swing and all weariness will fall from me!

For I am the daughter of Elrond. I shall not go with him when he departs to the Havens: for mine is the choice of Luthien, and as she so have I chosen, both the sweet and the bitter.

This is the ending. Now not day only shall be beloved, but night too shall be beautiful and blessed and all its fear pass away.

And then her heart changed, or at least she understood it; and the winter passed, and the sun shone upon her.

Oft hope is born when all is forlorn.

'Nonetheless day will bring hope to me,' said Aragorn. 'Is it not said that no foe has ever taken the Hornburg, if men defended it?' 'So the minstrels say,' said Éomer. 'Then let us defend it, and hope!' said Aragorn.