Don't tell us about dreams – dream dinners aren't any good and we can't share them.

Go back! Fall into the nothingness that awaits you and your Master.

Yet seldom do they fail of their seed, And that will lie in the dust and rot to spring up again in times and places unlooked-for. The deeds of Men will outlast us.

Then shouldering their burdens, they set off, seeking a path that would bring them over the grey hills of the Emyn Muil, and down into the Land of Shadow.

A single dream is more powerful than a thousand realities.

We meet again, at the turn of the tide. A great storm is coming, but the tide has turned.

Over hill and under hill