Pippin: I didn’t think it would end this way.
Gandalf: End? No, the journey doesn’t end here. Death is just another path, one that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass, and then you see it. White shores, and beyond, a far green country under a swift sunrise.
Pippin: Really?
Gandalf: Well, I mean, I’m immortal. So for me, yes. For you, I have no idea. You probably just die. But yes, I’ll get to go to that green country. Yay for Gandalf.


















