“What makes you think we can do this? There will be other teams out there, trained soldiers and spies, people with years of experience.” - “This isn’t a job for trained soldiers and spies. It’s a job for thugs and thieves. Van Eck knows it, and that’s why he brought us in.”
“Your mother died to save you. If there is one thing Voldemort cannot
understand, it is love. Love as powerful as your mother’s for you leaves
it’s own mark. To have been loved so deeply, even though the person who
loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever.”
Elrond raised his eyes and looked at him, and Frodo felt his heart pierced by the sudden keenness of the glance. ‘If I understand aright all that I have heard,’ he said, ‘I think that this task is appointed for you, Frodo; and that if you do not find a way, no one will. This is the hour of the Shire-folk, when they arise from their quiet fields to shake the towers and counsels of the Great.’
Both of Noah’s parents’ heads turned to her. Blue selfconsciously ran a hand down one of her pieces of lace. “I’m Blue Sargent. I, uh, wanted to say that I’m sorry for your loss. Also, my mother’s a psychic. I have a” - already their expressions were transforming unpleasantly - “message from your son.” Immediately, Mrs Czerny’s face darkened. She merely shook her head and said, quite calmly, “No, you don’t.” “Please don’t do this,” said Mr Czerny. It was taking all he had to be civil, which was better than she’d expected. Blue felt bad for having interupted their private moment. “Please just go.” Tell her, whispered Noah. Blue took a breath. “Mrs Czerny, he’s sorry for drinking your birthday schnapps.” For a moment there was silence. Mr Czerny and Noah’s sisters looked from Blue to Noah’s mother. Noah’s father opened his mouth and then Mrs Czerny started to cry. None of them noticed when Blue walked away from the grave.