Where now are the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing? Where is the harp on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing? Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing? They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow; The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow. Who shall gather the smoke of the deadwood burning, Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?
J. R. R. TolkienIt is ever so with the things that Men begin: there is a frost in Spring, or a blight in Summer, and they fail of their promise.
J. R. R. TolkienThen Aragorn stooped and looked in her face, and it was indeed white as a lily, cold as frost, and hard as graven stone. But he bent and kissed her on the brow, and called her softly, saying: 'รowyn รomund's daughter, awake! For your enemy has passed away!' - Aragorn & รowyn
J. R. R. TolkienHe [Bilbo] fought the real battle in the tunnel alone, before he ever saw the vast danger that lay in wait.
J. R. R. TolkienYet at the last Beren was slain by the Wolf that came from the gates of Angband, and he died in the arms of Tinรบviel. But she chose mortality, and to die from the world, so that she might follow him; and it is sung that they met again beyond the Sundering Seas, and after a brief time walking alive once more in the green woods, together they passed, long ago, beyond the confines of this world. So it is that Lรบthien Tinรบviel alone of the Elf-kindred has died indeed and left the world, and they have lost her whom they most loved.
J. R. R. Tolkien