Those were happier days, when there was still close friendship at times between folk of different race, even between Dwarves and Elves.' It was not the fault of the Dwarves that the friendship waned,' said Gimli. I have not heard that it was the fault of the Elves,' said Legolas. I have heard both,' said Gandalf[.]

The war made me poignantly aware of the beauty of the world.

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

All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.

If we all got angry together something might be done.

Green are the leaves I leave in Mirkwood.

Memory is not what the heart desires. That is only a mirror, be it clear as Kheled-zaram. Or so says the heart of Gimli the Dwarf.