Tree of Knowledge

In the garden of Imladris there grows a tree. Deep are its roots and rare its fruit, though tended by Elrond Peredhil himself. Long he has tended it; long I have known it.

And with this tree he sows the seeds of our supplanting.

In fields of stone have I raised my sons, the harsh winds of Mordor threatening always to bend them down. Yet they have grown straight and strong.

Now my son rides North seeking that perilous garden, wherein he will learn what I know: in Imladris there grows a tree, which can only flower if he falls.