“The land seemed full of creaking and cracking and sly noises. The night sky was still dim and pale. There, peeping among the cloud-wrack above high in the mountains, Sam saw a white star twinkle for awhile. The beauty of it smote his heart, as he looked up out of the forsaken land, and hope returned to him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach.”