Blazor

Blazor · March 25, 2020, 01:22:23 PM

"The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater."

Blazor · March 25, 2020, 01:22:39 PM

"The wide world is all about you: you can fence yourselves in, but you cannot for ever fence it out."

Blazor · March 25, 2020, 01:22:51 PM

"Then something Tookish woke up inside him, and he wished to go and see the great mountains, and hear the pine-trees and the waterfalls, and explore the caves, and wear a sword instead of a walking-stick."

Blazor · March 25, 2020, 01:23:05 PM

"Home is behind, the world ahead,

and there are many paths to tread

through shadows to the edge of night,

until the stars are all alight."

Blazor · March 25, 2020, 01:24:05 PM

"End? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path. One that we all must take."

Blazor · March 25, 2020, 01:24:47 PM

"You certainly usually find something, if you look, but it is not always quite the something you were after."

Blazor · March 25, 2020, 01:25:05 PM

"The world was fair, the mountains tall

In Elder Days before the fall..."

Blazor · March 25, 2020, 01:25:20 PM

"Yet such is oft the course of deeds that move the wheels of the world: small hands do them because they must, while the eyes of the great are elsewhere."

Blazor · March 25, 2020, 01:26:06 PM

"Go back?" he thought. "No good at all! Go sideways? Impossible! Go forward? Only thing to do! On we go!" So up he got, and trotted along with his little sword held in front of him and one hand feeling the wall, and his heart all of a patter and a pitter."

Blazor · March 25, 2020, 01:26:52 PM

Old Tom Bombadil is a merry fellow,

Bright blue his jacket is, and his boots are yellow.

None has ever caught him yet, for Tom, he is the master:

His songs are stronger songs, and his feet are faster.

Blazor · March 25, 2020, 01:27:05 PM

"In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort."

Blazor · March 25, 2020, 01:27:13 PM

"You cannot pass," he said. The orcs stood still, and a dead silence fell. "I am a servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the flame of Anor. You cannot pass. The dark fire will not avail you, flame of Udûn. Go back to the Shadow! You cannot pass."

Blazor · March 25, 2020, 01:27:37 PM

"Well, here at last, dear friends, on the shores of the sea comes the end of our fellowship in middle-earth. Go in peace! I will not say: do not weep for not all tears are an evil."

Blazor · March 25, 2020, 01:57:20 PM

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