Friday 10 June 2011

DEATH

'There...lay Thorin Oakenshield, wounded with many wounds, and his rent armour and notched axe were cast upon the floor. He looked up as Bilbo came beside him.
"Farewell, good thief," he said. "I go now to the halls of waiting to sit beside my fathers, until the world is renewed."'
JRR Tolkien, The Hobbit, p.258.