Your time may come. Do not be too sad, Sam. You cannot be always torn in two. You will have to be one and whole, for many years. You have so much to enjoy and to be, and to do.
Farewell, and may the blessing of Elves and Men and all Free Folk go with you. May the stars shine upon your faces!
Farewell! I go to find the Sun!
Farewell," they cried, "Wherever you fare till your eyries receive you at the journey's end!" That is the polite thing to say among eagles. "May the wind under your wings bear you where the sun sails and the moon walks," answered Gandalf, who knew the correct reply.
Farewell! O Gandalf! May you ever appear where you are most needed and least expected!
Farewell! wherever you fare, till your eyries receive you at the journey’s end!
Farewell we call to hearth and hall! Though wind may blow and rain may fall. We must away ere the break of day. Far over wood and mountain tall.