He is not half through yet, and to what he will come in the end not even Elrond can foretell. Not to evil, I think. He may become like a glass filled with a clear light for eyes to see that can.

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

End? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path... One that we all must take.

Farewell! wherever you fare, till your eyries receive you at the journey’s end!

To whatever end. Where is the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? They have passed like rain on the mountains. Like wind in the meadow. The days have gone down in the west. Behind the hills, into shadow. How did it come to this?

He [Bilbo] fought the real battle in the tunnel alone, before he ever saw the vast danger that lay in wait.

The world is full enough of hurts and mischances without wars to multiply them.