With hope or without hope we will follow the trail of our enemies. And woe to them, if we prove the swifter!
J. R. R. TolkienShadowfax tossed his head and cried aloud, as if a trumpet had summoned him to battle. Then he sprang forward. Fire flew from his feet; night rushed over him. As he fell slowly into sleep, Pippin had a strange feeling: he and Gandalf were still as stone, seated upon the statue of a running horse, while the world rolled away beneath his feet with a great noise of wind.
J. R. R. Tolkien