G: 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 turns to silver glass, and then you see it.
P: What? Gandalf? See what?
G: White shores, and beyond, a far green country under a swift sunrise.
P: Well, that isn’t so bad.
G: No. No, it isn’t.
«Remember what Bilbo used to say: “It’s a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to»
