I remember standing on the stony hill
And you had vanished from my sight
In the grey and misty chill
When I saw that sudden flash of light

You held aloft the power on your hand
Shining as a star so bright
A thing so little, and you so grand
That you can illuminate the deepest night

I could not speak for joy and hope
But it must have shown then on my face
Your gift was strong as good old rope

For you then quenchèd any doubt
If there can be light in the darkest place
Even when all other lights go out

Many Partings
The Return of the King, Book Six, VI

- Eowyn of Ithilien