the ring that ruled before dawn and day, o'er summer & an old sun with its shafts of remebrance;
shall it remain in middle-earth and the Dark Lord will feed upon all that is green; shall it become fire from the mountain and fair lairs will tremble with the wind of age.
but what is to be must be; all we have left is what we always had: the power of a single day that is given to us - one road to fulfill, to live, and to love.