And he smote the Balrog upon the mountainside.

There was some murmuring, but also some grins on the faces of the men looking on: the sight of their Captain sitting on the ground and eye to eye with a young hobbit, legs well apart, bristling with wrath, was one beyond their experience.

Deeds will not be less valiant because they are unpraised.

But I have been too deeply hurt, Sam. I tried to save the Shire, and it has been saved, but not for me. It must often be so, Sam, when things are in danger: some one has to give them up, lose them, so that others may keep them.

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.

So fair, so cold; like a morning of pale spring still clinging to winter's chill.

When he heard there was nothing to eat, he sat down and wept… “Why did I ever wake up!” he cried.