"There, peeping among the cloud-wrack above a dark tor high up in the mountains, Sam saw a white star twinkle for a while. The beauty of it smote his heart, as he looked up out of the forsaken, and hope returned to him. For, like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach. His song in the tower had been defiance rather than hope; for then he was thinking of himself. Now, for a moment, his own fate, and even his master’s, ceised to trouble him. He crawled back into the brambles and laid himself by Frodo’s side, and putting away all fear he cast himself into a deep untroubled sleep."
-J.R.R. Tolkien’s, The Return of the King.
This is quite possibly the most inspirational part of this entire book to me. I love the hope and the poetry that is in this piece. I love the truths that there are some things that can't be tainted by evil, that the Shadow really is a passing thing, and that I can for a moment cease to think of my own fate and worries when I look at the stars in the sky. And I can, like Sam put away all fear and cast myself into a deep untroubled sleep.
Good night.
1 comment:
Wow, that's really cool.
It's been a long time since I read those books. Thanks for sharing, Ellie.
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