“Remember what Bilbo used to say: It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to.” J.R.R Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
“No one loves like us. Love the ice, and wind, instead. Mountains. And I loved those things. I loved the whorls of hair on my goats. I loved how the wind met me at a peak, and it wrapped itself about me, shook me like a friend. I loved sky - every single sky. How the wolf was, when it called.” Corrag, Witch Light
20, Scotland ☽
Írë tuilë panta neldorya lassë,
Ar sára ná olbassë;
Íre cala ná taurëa celumenna,
Ar súrë hencúnenna;
Íre vanta anda ar súya núra,
Ar laica orontya vista;
Attulat ninna ar á queta nórenya ná vanya!
When Spring opens beechen leaf,
And juice is branch-in;
When light is wood stream-on,
And wind [is] brow-on;
When walk [is] long and breath deep,
And keen mountain air;
Come back to me!
Come back to me and say my land is fair!