“The night-sky was still dim and pale.  There peeping among the cloud-wrack above a dark tor high up in the mountains, Sam, saw a white star twinkle for a while.  The beauty of it smote his heart, as he looked up out of the forsaken land, and hope returned to him.  For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty forever beyond its reach.” – J. R. R. Tolkien