All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are notreached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
Alight from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
Valour needs first strength, and then a weapon.
It is not despair for despair, for despair is only for those who see the end beyond all doubt. We do not. It is wisdom to recognize necessity, when all other courses have been weighed, though as folly it may appear to those who cling to false hope.
—Yet surely, Gimli son of Glóin, you desire something that I could give? Name it, I bid you! You shall not be the only guest without a gift.
—There is nothing. Nothing, unless it might be, unless it it is permitted to ask, nay to name a single strand of your hair, which surpasses the gold of the earth as the stars surpass the gems of the mine. I do not ask for such a gift. But you commanded me to name my desire.
The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring