From The Fellowship of the Ring by J.R.R. Tolkien
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One evening in the shower was gray. His footsteps on the hill were heard before the dawn. He went away on journey long without a word from wilder land to western shore, from Northern Waste to Southern Hill through Dragon lair and hidden door and darkling woods. He walked at will with dwarf and hobbit, elves and men with more land, mortal folk with bird on bow and beast and dan in their own secret tongues. He spoke. A deadly sword, a healing hand, a back, the bent beneath it slowed, a trumpet voice, a burning brand, a weary pilgrim on the road. A lord of wisdom throne. He sat swift and anger, quick to laugh an old man in a battered hat who leaned upon a thorny staff. He stood up on the bridge alone and fire and shadow both defied. His staff was broken on the stone and Kasai doom. His wisdom died.