Right after I read the part in the Silmarillion about the making of the Silmarils, I had this really weird dream. Elrond was sitting in this dark hall on some stairs (it could have been Moria, it looked like the movie version, but I don't know). He looked really old and weary, and he was holding a Silmaril in his hand. I can't remember what he was saying, but it wasn't happy stuff. Something about the Elves leaving Middle-earth, I think. And then there was something about the light of the Silmarils, but I lost that part too. It was so real that when I woke up I thought for a minute it was actually in the books or movies. It was pretty cool.
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"Come, come!" he shouted, swinging his axe. "Since Gandalf's head is now sacred, let us find one that is right to cleave!"
-Gimli, after hearing Galadriel's message to him in TTT
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