History often resembles myth, because they are both ultimately of the same stuff.

With hope or without hope we will follow the trail of our enemies. And woe to them, if we prove the swifter!

I sit beside the fire and think of people long ago, and of people who will see a world that I shall never know.

The Dark Lord has Nine. But we have One, mightier than they: the White Rider. He has passed through the fire and the abyss, and they shall fear him. We will go where he leads.

Arrow! Black arrow! I have saved you to the last. You have never failed me and I have always recovered you. I had you from my father and he from of old. If ever you came from the forges of the true king under the Mountain, go now and speed well!

Do not spoil the wonder with haste!

Moonlight drowns out all but the brightest stars.