ᚩ ᛭ ᛉ ᛭ ᛟ

Unrequited, and indeed unnoticed, her affections had died quiet deaths. She did not think that the great convention of passionate love was for her. She would be sombrely contented with the solitary destiny of the artist and thinker.

Behold my contribution to the opera fandom

By popular demand (thanks @animate-mush and @awihog):

Upon the Hearth the Fire Is Red

Let me tell you a few things about regret… There is no end to it. You cannot find the beginning of the chain that brought us from there to here. Should you regret the whole chain, and the air in between, or each link separately as if you could uncouple them? Do you regret the beginning which ended so badly, or just the ending itself?

“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.”