Happy New Year

“‘You should see her, indeed you should, sir.  I am only a hobbit…  and I’m not much good at poetry-  not at making it:…  so I can’t tell you what I mean….  But I wish I could make a song about her.  Beautiful she is, sir!  Lovely!  Sometimes like a great tree in flower, sometimes like a white daffadowndilly, small and slender like.  Hard as di’monds, soft as moonlight.  Warm as sunlight, cold as frost in the stars.  Proud and far-off as a snow-mountain, and as merry as any lass I ever saw with daisies in her hair in springtime.  But that’s a lot o’ nonsense, and all wide of my mark.’

‘Then she must be lovely indeed,’ said Faramir.  ‘Perilously fair.’

‘I don’t know about perilous,’ said Sam….  ‘But perhaps you could call her perilous, because she’s so strong in herself.  You, you could dash yourself to pieces on her, like a ship on a rock;  or drownd yourself, like a hobbit in a river.  But neither rock nor river would be to blame.'”

Samwise describing Galadriel to Faramir, The Two Towers (J.R.R. Tolkien)