True education is a kind of never-ending story . . .

I don't want to be in a battle. But waiting on the edge of one I can't escape is even worse.

On two chairs beneath the bole of the tree and canopied by a living bough there sat, side by side, Celeborn and Galadriel... Very tall they were, and the Lady no less tall than the Lord; and they were grave and beautiful. They were clad wholly in white; and the hair of the Lady was of deep gold, and the hair of the Lord Celeborn was of silver long and bright; but no sign of age was upon them, unless it were in the depths of their eyes; for these were keen as lances in the starlight, and yet profound, the wells of deep memory.

For the less even as for the greater there is some deed that he may accomplish but once only; and in that deed his heart shall rest.

End? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path, one that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass, and then you see it.

deep they delved us, fair they wrought us, high they builded us; but they are gone.

For we put the thought of all that we love into all that we make.