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“Where now are the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the harp on the harpstring, and the red fire glowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.
Who shall gather the smoke of the deadwood burning,
Or behold the flowing years from the Sea returning?”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Two Towers

“Let this be the hour when we draw swords together. Fell deeds awake. Now for wrath, now for ruin, and the red dawn. Forth, Eorlingas!”
― J. R. R. Tolkein, The Lord of the Rings

“The woman turned and went slowly into the house. As she passed the doors she turned and looked back. Grave and thoughtful was her glance, as she looked on the king with cool pity in here eyes. Very fair was her face, and her long hair was like a river of gold. Slender and tall she was in her white robe girt with silver; but strong she seemed and stern as steel, a daughter of kings.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Two Towers

“After ripping through The Hobbit, I read The Lord of the Rings, and the darkness of that story enveloped me in a way that is impossible to explain. I was THERE, in a very real sense. The fear was palpable in the presence of the black-cloaked Ringwraiths, and I could taste the sulfurous fumes of Mt. Doom. I could smell the sweat of horses and hot leather and hear the clash of battle as I rode with the Rohan on the fields of the Pelennor. I bled and died with the sun-king, Theoden. I rose again with Eowyn鈥檚 defiance of the Witch King. I soared with the Eagles as they swept the broken and bloody body of Frodo and his companion Samwise the Brave from the smoking crags of the fiery mountain. There has never been such a story, and I don鈥檛 think there ever shall be again.”
― Steve Bivans, Be a Hobbit, Save the Earth: the Guide to Sustainable Shire Living

“Slowly the lights of the torches in front of Merry flicked and went out, and he was walking in a darkness; and he thought: 鈥楾his is a tunnel leading to a tomb; there we shall stay forever.鈥� But suddenly into his dream there fell a living voice.
鈥榃ell, Merry! Thank goodness I have found you!鈥�
He looked up and the mist before his eyes cleared a little. There was Pippin! They were face to face in a narrow lane, but for themselves it was empty. He rubbed his eyes.
鈥榃here is the king?鈥� He said. 鈥楢nd Eowyn?鈥� Then he stumbled and sat down on a doorstep and began to weep again.
鈥楾hey must have gone up into the Citadel,鈥� said Pippin. 鈥業 think you must have fallen asleep on your feet and taken the wrong turning. When we found out you were not with them, Gandalf sent me to look for you. Poor old Merry! How glad I am to see you again! But you are worn out, and I won鈥檛 bother you with any talk. But tell me, are you hurt, or wounded?鈥�
鈥楴o,鈥� said Merry. 鈥榃ell, no, I don鈥檛 think so. But I can鈥檛 use my right arm, Pippin, not since I stabbed him. And my sword burned away like a piece of wood.鈥�
Pippin鈥檚 face was anxious. 鈥榃ell, you had better come with me as quick as you can,鈥� he said. 鈥業 wish I could carry you. You aren鈥檛 fit to walk any further. They shouldn鈥檛 have let you walk at all; but you must forgive them. So many dreadful things have happened in the City, Merry, that one poor hobbit coming in from battle is easily overlooked.鈥�
鈥業t鈥檚 not always a misfortune being overlooked,鈥� said Merry. 鈥業 was overlooked just now by鈥攏o, no, I can鈥檛 speak of it. Help me, Pippin! It鈥檚 all going dark again, and my arm is so cold.鈥�
鈥楲ean on me, Merry lad!鈥� said Pippin. 鈥楥ome now. Foot by foot. It鈥檚 not far.鈥�
鈥楢re you going to bury me?鈥� said Merry.
鈥楴o, indeed!鈥� said Pippin, trying to sound cheerful, though his heart was wrung with fear and pity. 鈥楴o, we are going to the Houses of Healing.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King

“So much death! What can med do against such reckless hate?”
― JRR Tolkien The Two Towers

“For he was a gentle heart and a great king and kept his oaths; and he rose out of the shadows to a last fair morning.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien