And still Meriadoc the hobbit stood there blinking through his tears, and no one spoke to him, indeed none seemed to heed him. He brushed away the tears, and stooped to pick up the green shield that Eowyn had given him, and he slung it at his back. Then he looked for his sword that he had let fall; for even as he struck his blow his arm was numbed, and now he could only use his left hand.

Ultimately we've only got humanity to work with. It's only clay we've got.

Few there were who could change his courses by counsel. None by force.

I am dreading the publication, for it will be impossible not to mind what is said. I have exposed my heart to be shot at.

But it seems that the wind is setting East, and the withering of all Woods may be drawing near.

A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer.

Love not too well the work of thy hands and the devices of thy heart; and remember that the true hope of the Noldor lieth in the West, and cometh from the Sea.