"No, they never end as tales," said Frodo. "But the people in them come, and go when their part's ended. Our part will end later-or sooner."
"Hard as di'monds, soft as moonlight. Warm as sunlight, cold as frost in the stars. Proud and far-off as sa snow-moutnain, and as merry as any lass I ever saw with daisies in her hair in springtime."-Sam
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But of bliss and glad life there is little to be said, before it ends; as works fair and wonderful, while still they endure for eyes to see, are their own record, and only when they are in peril or broken for ever do they pass into song.
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