Pippin glanced in some wonder at the face now close beside his own, for the sound of that laugh had been gay and merry. Yet in the wizard's face he saw at first only lines of care and sorrow; though as he looked more intently he perceived that under all there was a great joy: a fountain of mirth enough to set a kingdom laughing, were it to gush forth.

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.

All that is gold does not glitter.

I am going with him, if he climbs to the Moon.

Tomorrow we may come this way, And take the hidden paths that run Towards the Moon or to the Sun

Alive without breath, As cold as death; Never thirsty, ever drinking, All in mail never clinking.

deep they delved us, fair they wrought us, high they builded us; but they are gone.