Among the tales of sorrow and of ruin that came down to us from the darkness of those days there are yet some in which amid weeping there is joy and under the shadow of death light that endures. And of these histories most fair still in the ears of the Elves is the tale of Beren and Lúthien

Do I not say truly, Gandalf,' said Aragorn at last, 'that you could go whithersoever you wished quicker than I? And this I also say: you are our captain and our banner. The Dark Lord has Nine. But we have One, mightier than they: the White Rider. He has passed through the fire and the abyss, and they shall fear him. We will go where he leaads.

Moonlight drowns out all but the brightest stars.

May it be a light to you in dark places, when all other lights go out.

The silver corslet shimmered before his eyes like the light upon a rippling sea. Carefully he took it off and held it up, and the gems on it glittered like stars, and the sound of the shaken rings was like the tinkle of rain in a pool.

He was altogether wretched. He hated the dark, and he hated the light more: he hated everything, and the Ring most of all.

They themselves do not see the world of light as we do, but our shapes cast shadows in their minds, which only the noon sun destroys.