The road goes on ever ever on. Moor by moor, glen by glen. Vale by vale, fen by fen. The road goes on ever ever on.

“He will come to death. An image of the splendor of the kings of men in glory, undimmed before the breaking of the world. But you, my daughter, you will linger on in darkness and in doubt. As night falling winter has come without a star. Here you will dwell, bound to you grief, under the fading trees, until all the world has changed and the long years of your life are utterly spent.
Arwen… there is nothing for you here, only death.” - Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers

The Lord of the Rings: the Return of the King

I would have gone with you to the end, into the very fires of Mordor.