The eyes were hollow and the carven head was broken, but about the high, stern forehead there was a coronal of silver and gold. A trailing plant with flowers like white stars had bound itself across the brows as if in reverence for the fallen king, and in the crevices of his stony hair yellow stonecrop gleamed. "They cannot conquer for ever!" said Frodo.

The treacherous are ever distrustful.

I've always been impressed that we are here, surviving, because of the indomitable courage of quite small people against impossible odds.

Fear both the heat and the cold of your heart, and strive for patience, if you can.

I am glad you are here with me. Here at the end of all things, Sam.

A few melancholy birds were pipping and wailing, until the round red sun sank slowly into the western shadows; then an empty silence fell

End? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path... One that we all must take.