You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to.

‘There is no real going back. Though I may come to the Shire, it will not seem the same; for I shall not be the same. I am wounded with knife, sting, and tooth, and a long burden. Where shall I find rest?’

Gandalf did not answer.

It is not despair, for despair is only for those who see the end beyond all doubt. We do not. It is wisdom to recognize necessity, when all other courses have been weighed, though as folly it may appear to those who cling to false hope.

" When the fear takes him and the blood and the screams and the horror of battle take hold, do you think he would stand and fight? “

Waters of the Misty Mountains, listen to the great word: Flow, waters of Loudwater, against the Ringwraiths!

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