Ai! laurie lantar lassi sūrinen inyalemīne rāmar aldaron inyali ettulielle turme mārien anduniesse la mīruvōrion Varda telūmen falmar kīrien laurealassion ōmar mailinon.

I see that you are an elf-friend; the light in your eyes and the ring in your voice tells it.

His grief he will not forget; but it will not darken his heart, it will teach him wisdom.

No taste of food, no feel of water, no sound of wind, no memory of tree or grass or flower, no image of moon or star are left to me. I am naked in the dark, Sam, and there is no veil between me and the wheel of fire. I begin to see it even with my waking eyes, and all else fades.

The light sprang up again, and there on the brink of the chasm, at the very Crack of Doom, stood Frodo, black against the glare, tense; erect, but still as if he had been turned to stone.

But no living man am I! You look upon a woman. Éowyn I am, Éomund's daughter. You stand between me and my lord and kin. Begone, if you be not deathless! For living or dark undead, I will smite you, if you touch him.