Pay heed to the tales of old wives. It may well be that they alone keep in memory what it was once needful for the wise to know.
By caves where never sun has shone,
By streams that never find the sea;
…and there sat a lady fair to look upon, and so like was she in form of womanhood to Elrond that Frodo guessed that she was one of his close kindred Young she was and yet not so. The braids of her dark hair were touched by no frost; her white arms and clear face were flawless and smooth, and the light of stars was in her bright eyes, grey as a cloudless night; yet queenly she looked, and thought and knowledge were in her glance, as of one who has known many things that the years bring.
Home is behind, the world ahead, and there are many paths to tread through shadows to the edge of night, until the stars are all alight.
You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to.
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.