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.
It is a strange fate that we should suffer so much fear and doubt over so small a thing. Such a l i t t l e t h i n g .
Then world behind and home ahead,
We’ll wander back to home and bed.
The horn of Helm Hammerhand shall sound in the deep. One last time.
"Forth, and fear no darkness! Arise! Arise, riders of Théoden! Spears shall be shaken, shields shall be splintered! A sword day, a red day, ere the sun rises! Ride now! Ride for ruin and the world’s ending!"
“Now the Elves made many rings; but secretly Sauron made One Ring to rule all the others, and their power was bound up with it, to be subject wholly to it and to last only so long as it too should last. And much of the strength and will of Sauron passed into that One Ring; for the power of the Elven-rings was very great, and that which should govern them must be a thing of surpassing potency; and Sauron forged it in the Mountain of Fire in the Land of Shadow. And while he wore the One Ring he could perceive all the things that were done by means of the lesser rings, and he could see and govern the very thoughts of those that wore them.”
The enemy? His sense of duty was no less than yours, I deem. You wonder what his name is, where he came from. And if he really was evil at heart. What lies or threats led him on this long march from home. If he would not rather have stayed there…in peace.
I’ve thought up an ending for my book. And he lived happily ever after, to the end of his days.
It is a strange fate that we should suffer so much fear and doubt over so small a thing.