PIPPIN: I didn't think it would end this way. GANDALF: 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. PIPPIN: What? Gandalf? See what? GANDALF: White shores, and beyond, a far green country under a swift sunrise. PIPPIN: Well, that isn't so bad. GANDALF: No. No, it isn't. |
So you have chosen.....Death. |
The mines are no place for a pony, even one so brave as Bill. Bye-bye Bill. |
The quest stands upon the edge of a knife. Stray but a little and it will fail. But hope remains, if friends stay true. |
They will find the Ring, and kill the one who carries it. |