“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 not reached by the frost.From the ashes a fire shall be woken,A light from the shadows shall spring;Renewed shall be blade that was broken,The crownless again shall be king.”John Ronald Reuel Tolkien book The Fellowship of the RingSource: The Fellowship of the Ring, Poem Riddle of Strider
