Mountains again
“Well, I’ve made up my mind, anyway. I want to see mountains again, Gandalf—
mountains; and then find somewhere where I can rest. In peace and quiet, without a
lot of relatives prying around, and a string of confounded visitors hanging on the bell.
I might find somewhere where I can finish my book. I have thought of a nice ending
for it: and he lived happily ever after to the end of his days.”
Gandalf laughed. “I hope he will. But nobody will ever read the book, however it
ends.”
“Oh, they may, in years to come.”
Otras navidades sin El Señor de Los Anillos. Ya casi lo habíamos convertido en parte de la tradición.
