Tomorrow we may come this way, And take the hidden paths that run Towards the Moon or to the Sun

Seek for the Sword that was broken In Imladris it dwells; There shall be counsels taken Stronger than Morgul-spells. There shall be shown a token That Doom is near at hand, For Isuldur's Bane shall waken, And the halfling forth shall stand.

"That's done it!" said Sam. "Now I've rung the front-door bell!"

Though here at journey's end I lie In darkness buried deep, Beyond all towers strong and high, Beyond all mountains steep, Above all shadows rides the Sun And Stars for ever dwell: I will not say the Day is done, Nor bid the Stars farewell.

I will not give you counsel, saying do this, or do that. For not in doing or contriving, nor in choosing between this course and another, can I avail; but only in knowing what was and is, and in part also what shall be.

Aiya Earendil Elenion Ancalima!

Over the field rang his clear voice calling: ‘Death! Ride, ride to ruin and the world’s ending!