I Miss You, Uncle Jess

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.

-         J. R. R. Tolkien

The Fellowship of the Ring

I know you would have preferred a scantily clad cheerleader, Uncle Jess. And I'm sure
you're having a good giggle that I was momentarily uncomfortable even considering it.