Dali The lance of chivalry

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fresh, and the new green of Spring was shimmering in the fields and on the tips of the trees’ fingers.Gandalf was thinking of a spring, nearly eighty years before, when Bilbo had run out of Bag End without a handkerchief. His hair was perhaps whiter than it had been then, and his beard and eyebrows were perhaps longer, and his face more lined with care and wisdom; but his eyes were as bright as ever, and he smoked and blew smoke-rings with the same vigour and delight.He was smoking now in silence, for Frodo was sitting still, deep in end it would utterly overcome anyone of mortal race who possessed it. It would possess him.‘In Eregion long ago many Elven-rings were made, magic rings as you call them, and they were, of course, of various kinds: some more potent and some less. The lesser rings were only essays in the craft before it was full-grown, and to the Elven-smiths they were but trifles - yet still to my mind dangerous for mortals. But the Great Rings, the Rings of Power, they were perilous.‘A mortal, Frodo, who keeps one of the Great Rings, does not die, but he does not grow thought. Even in the light of morning he felt the dark shadow of the tidings that Gandalf had brought. At last he broke the silence.‘Last night you began to tell me strange things about my ring, Gandalf,’ he said. ‘And then you stopped, because you said that such matters were best left until daylight. Don’t you think you had better finish now? You say the ring is dangerous, far more dangerous than I guess. In what way?’‘In many ways,’ answered the wizard. It is far more powerful than I ever dared to think at first, so powerful that in the