— I didn't think it would end this way.
— End? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path one that we all must take. The grey rain curtain of this world rolls back and all change to silver glass. And then you see it.
— What, Gandalf? See what?
— White shores. And beyond... A far green Country under a swift sunrise.
'In one thing you have not changed, dear friend,' said Aragorn: 'you still speak in riddles.'
'What? In riddles?' said Gandalf. 'No! For I was talking aloud to myself. A habit of the old: they choose the wisest person present to speak to; the long explanations needed by the young are wearying.'
— Simbelmyne. Ever has it grown on the tombs of my forebears. Now it shall cover the grave of my son. At last, that these evil days shall be mine... The young perish and the old linger. That I should live to see the last days of my house...
— Theodred's death was not of your making.
— No parent should have to bury their child.