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And it's done. But I'd really like to thank everyone who has commented on these, I've had a lot of fun making them. These movies mean so much to me and have impacted my life in a way that no other movie has. It'll probably be in my life forever.
Frodo: How do you pick up the threads of an old life?
How do you go on... when in your heart you begin to understand... there is no going back?
There are somethings that time cannot mend, some hurts that go too deep, that have taken hold.
Sam: What is it?
Frodo: It's been four years to the day since Weathertop, Sam.
Sam: There and Back Again: A Hobbit's Tale by Bilbo Baggins, and The Lord of the Rings by Frodo Baggins. You finished it.
Frodo: Not quite. There's room for a little more.
Frodo: Bilbo once told me his part in this tale would end, that each of us must come and go in the telling. Bilbo's story was now over. There would be no more journeys for him, save one.
Bilbo: Tell me again, lad. Where are we going?
Frodo: To the harbor, Bilbo. The elves have accorded you a special honor; a place on the last ship to leave Middle Earth.
Bilbo: Frodo, any chance of seeing that old ring again? Hmm? The one I gave you?
Frodo: I'm sorry, Uncle. I'm afraid I lost it.
Bilbo: Oh... Pity. Should have liked to have held it one last time.
Galadriel: The power of the Three Rings is ended. The time has come for the dominion of Men.
Elrond: I Aear c?n ven na mar.
Bilbo: I think I'm quite ready for another adventure.
Gandalf: Farewell, my brave Hobbits. My work is now finished. Here at last, on the shores of the sea, comes the end of our Fellowship.
I will not say, Do not weep, for not all tears are an evil.
Gandalf: It is time, Frodo.
Sam: What does he mean?
Frodo: We set out to save the Shire, Sam. And it has been saved. But not for me.
Sam: You don't mean that. You can't leave.
Frodo: The last pages are for you, Sam.
Sam: Well, I'm back.
Lay down,
your sweet and weary head.
Night is falling.
You have come to journey’s end.
Sleep now, and dream
of the ones who came before.
They are calling,
from across a distant shore.
Why do you weep?
What are these tears upon your face?
Soon you will see.
All of your fears will pass away.
Safe in my arms,
you’re only sleeping.
What can you see,
on the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea,
a pale moon rises.
The ships have come,
to carry you home.
And all will turn,
to silver glass.
A light on the water.
All souls pass.
Hope fades,
Into the world of night.
Through shadows falling,
Out of memory and time.
Don’t say,
We have come now to the end.
White shores are calling.
You and I will meet again.
And you’ll be here in my arms,
Just sleeping.
And all will turn, to silver glass. A light on the water. Grey ships pass. Into the West.