And he sang to them, now in the Elven tongue, now in the speech of the West, until their hearts, wounded with sweet words, overflowed, and their joy was like swords, and they passed in thought out to regions where pain and delight flow together and tears are the very wine of blessedness.
J. R. R. TolkienFarewell, and may the blessing of Elves and Men and all Free Folk go with you. May the stars shine upon your faces!
J. R. R. Tolkien