The Sword of Elendil was forged anew by Elvish smiths, and on its blade was traced a device of seven stars set between the crescent Moon and rayed Sun, and about them was written many runes; for Aragorn son of Arathorn was going to war upon the marches of Mordor. Very bright was that sword when it was made whole again; the light of the sun shone redly in it, and the light of the moon shone cold, its edge was hard and keen. And Aragorn gave it a new name and called it Andúril, Flame of the West.

May the wind under your wings bear you where the sun sails and the moon walks.

In doubt a man of worth will trust to his own wisdom.

Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens.

Of all the things that men may heed 'Tis most of love they sing indeed.

Many are the strange chances of the world, and help oft shall come from the hands of the weak when the Wise falter.

Your talk of sniffling riders with invisible noses has unsettled me.