The Return of the King (The Lord of the Rings, #3)

by J.R.R. Tolkien

Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky, Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone, Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die, One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie. One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them, One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.

Seven stars and seven stones and one white tree.

Let us remember that a traitor may betray himself and do good that he does not intend. It can be so, sometimes.

Mourn not overmuch! Mighty was the fallen, meet was his ending. When his mound is raised, women then shall weep. War now calls us!

The hands of the king are the hands of a healer, and so shall the rightful king be known.’

His grief he will not forget; but it will not darken his heart, it will teach him wisdom.’

For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach.

It must often be so, Sam, when things are in danger: some one has to give them up, lose them, so that others may keep them.