βItβs a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you donβt keep your feet, thereβs no knowing where you might be swept off to.β
βMay the wind under your wings bear you where the sun sails and the moon walks.β
βThe Road goes ever on and on, Down from the door where it began, Now far ahead the Road has gone, And I must follow, if I can.β