The Lord Of The Rings: One Volume

by J.R.R. Tolkien

‘So do I,’ said Gandalf, ‘and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.

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.

Not all those who wander are lost;

There are older and fouler things than Orcs in the deep places of the world.’

May it be a light to you in dark places, when all other lights go out.

‘Of course, it is likely enough, my friends,’ he said slowly, ‘likely enough that we are going to our doom: the last march of the Ents.

Sad treebeard. The march of the ents

We meet again. At the turn of the tide. The great storm is coming, but the tide has turned.’

‘There is no rest yet for the weary.

Do not meddle in the affairs of Wizards, for they are subtle and quick to anger.’