At last, Lady Evenstar, fairest in this world, and most beloved, my world is fading. Lo! we have gathered, and we have spent, and now the time of payment draws near." 'Arwen knew well what he intended, and long had foreseen it; nonetheless she was overborne by her grief. "Would you then, lord, before your time leave your people that live by your word?" she said.

O! Where are you going With beards all a-wagging? No knowing, no knowing What brings Mister Baggins, And Balin and Dwalin down into the valley in June ha! ha!

Wraiths! Wraiths on wings!

The Resurrection is the eucatastrophe of the story of the Incarnation - This story begins and ends in joy.

I will not say, do not weep, for not all tears are an evil.

evil labours with vast power and perpetual success - in vain: preparing always only the soil for unexpected good to sprout in.

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.