Мне не нужно правды, мне нужно чудо, у меня от правды болят глаза
...yet fairest of all are the willows of Nan-Tathren, pale-green, or silver in the wind, and the rustle of their innumerable leaves is a spell of music: day and night would flicker by uncounted, while still I stood knee-deep in grass and listened.
какой эльф, наконец!