|
The wise speak only of what they know, Grima son of Galmod. A witless worm have you become. Therefore be silent, and keep you forked tongue behind your teeth.
Gandalf to Grima Wormtongue
__________________
He looked down at her in the twilight and it seemed to him that the lines of grief and cruel hardship were smoothed away. "She was not conquered," he said
|