J.r.r. TolkienFar over misty mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old We must away, ere break of day, To find our long-forgotten gold.
About This Quote
This quote refers to a story that most children have heard. Young people, most likely, have been told that a king was going on a long journey to find his treasure. One of the obstacles he had to overcome was a dragon that guarded the treasure. The dragon would not let anyone pass until the king offered a sacrifice to him, which he did.
The adventure must continue, however, and the king went on. Eventually, he met another obstacle: the sea. The king had to swim across it and soon found himself in a forest with many dangerous creatures guarding the treasure.
This problem was overcome once more and the king reached his destination: his castle. Upon seeing it, it appeared that same dragon was waiting for him. This time, however, the king offered no sacrifice and was able to continue his journey and find his treasure.
Source: The Hobbit
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