“Oh you can search far and wide,
You can drink the whole town dry,
But you’ll never find a beer so brown,

Oh you’ll never find a beer so brown,

As the one we drink in our hometown,
As the one we drink in our hometown.
You can keep your fancy ales,
You can drink them by the flagon,
But the only brew for the brave and true…
..Comes from the Green Dragon!

Suddenly into view below came a white horse, gleaming in the shadows, running swiftly. In the dusk its headstall flickered and flashed, as if it were studded with gems like living stars. The rider’s cloak streamed behind him, and his hood was thrown back; his golden hair flowed shimmering in the wind of his speed…. it appeared that white light was shining through the form and raiment of the rider, as if though through a thin veil.

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Before seeing Return of the King in theaters, I knew that the best, most reliable way to end the film if the writers were paying ANY attention at all would be the way it ended. In that way I was satisfied. Yet, secretly I hoped that we would watch the ship sail away, and with the song of waves in our ears see the scroll of the Tale of Years of the Fourth Age telling of the Fellowship’s deeds afterwards, culminating at last with Legolas building a ship and taking Gimli with him into the West.