Men Are Men, Vows Are Words, And

I Take No Joy In Mead Nor Meat, And Song And Laughter Have Become Suspicious Strangers To Me. I Am A Creature Of Grief And Dust And Bitter Longings. There Is An Empty Place Within Me Where My Heart Was Once.

Ned Was Clad In A White Linen Doublet With The Direwolf Of Stark On The Breast; His Black Wool Cloak Was Fastened At The Collar By His Silver Hand Of Office. Black And White And Grey, All The Shades Of Truth.

But Tolkien Doesn't Ask The Question: What Was Aragorn's Tax Policy?

Why Do The Gods Make Kings And Queens If Not To Protect The Ones Who Can't Protect Themselves?

In Real Life, The Hardest Aspect Of The Battle Between Good And Evil Is Determining Which Is Which.