Frodo Baggins: — Where are you taking us?
Aragorn: — Into the Wild.
Meriadoc Brandybuck: — How do we know this Strider is a friend of Gandalf?
Frodo Baggins: — I think a servant of the enemy would look fairer... — and feel fouler.
Meriadoc Brandybuck: — He's foul enough.
Frodo Baggins: — We have no choice but to trust him.
Samwise Gamgee: — But where is he leading us?
Aragorn: — To Rivendell, Master Gamgee. To the house of Elrond.
Samwise Gamgee: — Did you hear that? Rivendell. We're going to see the Elves.
One who cannot cast away a treasure at need is in fetters.
Yet the deeds will not be less valiant because they are unpraised.
I can avoid being seen if I wish, but to dissapear entirely. That is a rare gift.
And Arwen said:
— Dark is the Shadow, and yet my heart rejoices; for you, Estel, shall be among the great whose valour will destroy it.
But Aragorn answered:
— Alas! I cannot foresee it, and how it may come to pass is hidden from me. Yet with your hope I will hope. And the Shadow I utterly reject. But neither, lady, is the Twilight for me; for I am mortal, and if you will cleave to me, Evenstar, then the Twilight you must also renounce.
And she stood then as still as a white tree, looking into the West, and at last she said:
— I will cleave to you, Dúnadan, and turn from the Twilight. Yet there lies the land of my people and the long home of all my kin.
The day may come when the courage of Man fails, when we forsake our friends and brake all bounds of fellowship. But it is not this day! An hour of wolves, and shattered shields, when the age of Men comes crashing down. But it is not this day! This day we fight! By all that you hold dear, on this good earth. I bid you stand! Man of the West!
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