Courage will now be your best defence against the storm that is at hand-—that and such hope as I bring.

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

And its object is Art not power, sub-creation not domination and tyrannous re-forming of Creation.

We must do without hope.

And yet their wills did not yield, and they struggled on.

My name is growing all the time, and I’ve lived a very long, long time; so my name is like a story. Real names tell you the story of the things they belong to in my language, in the Old Entish as you might say. It is a lovely language, but it takes a very long time to say anything in it, because we do not say anything in it, unless it is worth taking a long time to say, and to listen to.

Farewell! O Gandalf! May you ever appear where you are most needed and least expected!