I will not say, do not weep, for not all tears are an evil.
Come, Mr. Frodo!' he cried. 'I can't carry it for you, but I can carry you.
Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king.
Go back! Fall into the nothingness that awaits you and your Master.
End? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path... One that we all must take.
How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart, you begin to understand, there is no going back? There are some things that time cannot mend. Some hurts that go too deep...that have taken hold.
End? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path, one that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass, and then you see it.
The way is shut. It was made by those who are Dead, and the Dead keep it, until the time comes. The way is shut.
I don't want to be in a battle. But waiting on the edge of one I can't escape is even worse.
It is not our part to master all the tides of the world, but to do what is in us for the succour of those years wherein we are set, uprooting the evil in the fields that we know, so that those who live after may have clean earth to till. What weather they shall have is not ours to rule.
What does your heart tell you?
We set out to save the Shire, Sam and it has been saved - but not for me.
All that is gold does not glitter.
All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.
May it be a light to you in dark places, when all other lights go out.
Pippin: I didn't think it would end this way. Gandalf: End? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path... One that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass... And then you see it. Pippin: What? Gandalf?... See what? Gandalf: White shores... and beyond, a far green country under a swift sunrise. Pippin: Well, that isn't so bad. Gandalf: No... No it isn't.
All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king.
I am glad you are here with me. Here at the end of all things, Sam.
Your time may come. Do not be too sad, Sam. You cannot be always torn in two. You will have to be one and whole, for many years. You have so much to enjoy and to be, and to do.
I want to be a healer, and love all things that grow and are not barren.
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