This may just be me, but every time I hear the first verse of "Pilgrim" by Enya, I think of Frodo trying to make the decision to go to the Western Shores. It makes me very sad.
Pilgrim, how you journey
on the road you chose
to find out where the winds die
and where the stories go.
All days come from one day
that must you must know,
you cannot change what's over
but only where you go.
*sob*