"The wealth of Moria was not in gold, or jewels… but mithril."
Frodo looking like a precious babe, requested by uinens
"Have you so little faith in your own people? Yes, there is weakness, there is frailty. But there is courage also, and honour to be found in Men."
There is thy gold, worse poison to men’s souls,
Doing more murder in this loathsome world…
—William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet Act V, Scene I
Lord of the Rings Reread: A Journey In The Dark
The Moon now shone upon the grey face of the rock; but they could see nothing else for a while. Then slowly on the surface, where the wizard’s hands had passed, faint lines appeared, like slender veins of silver running in the stone. At first they were no more than pale gossamer-threads, so fine that they only twinkled fitfully where the Moon caught them, but steadily they grew broader and clearer, until their design could be guessed.
At the top, as high as Gandalf could reach, was an arch of interlacing letters in an Elvish character. Below, though the threads were in places blurred or broken, the outline could be seen of an anvil and a hammer surmounted by a crown with seven stars. Beneath these again were two trees, each bearing crescent moons. More clearly than all else there shone forth in the middle of the door a single star with many rays.
Oh brother, my brother
Where have you gone?
I look towards the sunset
But I can find no rest
Oh, where is the eldest son? (x)
a light was in his eyes: a king returning from exile to his own land