This day does not belong to one man but to all. Let us together rebuild this world that we may share in the days of peace.
they looked back. dark yawned the archway of the gates under the mountain-shadow. faint and far beneath the earth rolled the slow drum-beats: doom. a thin black smoke trailed out. nothing else was to be seen; the dale all around was empty. doom. grief at last wholly overcame them, and they wept long: some standing and silent, some cast upon the ground. doom, doom. the drum-beats faded.
“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.”
Et Eärello Endorenna utúlien
Sinome maruvan ar Hildinyar
Boromir: I would have followed you, my brother. My captain. My king.