They cursed us. Murderer. Murderer they called us. They cursed us and drove us away. And we wept, Precious, we wept to be so alone. And we forgot the taste of bread, the sound of trees, the softness of the wind … We even forgot our own name.
There’s always someone who cares - whether they show it or not is something else entirely, but there will /always/ be someone who cares. The sad part is that most people have forgotten how to show it.
I don’t have many friends, you know… and I know that most people don’t like me. But I can’t do anything to change it.
What of the wizard?
IGN Quizzes Dean O’Gorman on Middle-earth
