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

Indeed you did your best...I hope that it may be long before you find yourself in such a tight corner again between two such terrible old men. ~ Gandalf to Pippin

Shall we mourn here deedless forever a shadow-folk mist-haunting dropping vain tears in the thankless sea

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

Thus Aragorn for the first time in the full light of day beheld Éowyn, Lady of Rohan, and thought her fair, fair and cold, like a morning of pale spring that is not yet come to womanhood. And she was now suddenly aware of him: tall heir of kings, wise with many winters, greycloaked, hiding a power that yet she felt. For a moment still as stone she stood, then turning swiftly she was gone.

This is the ending. Now not day only shall be beloved, but night too shall be beautiful and blessed and all its fear pass away.

Don't adventures ever have an end? I suppose not. Someone else always has to carry on on the story.