In 1973, the scholarly giant of modern England, John R. R. Tolkien died in Bournemouth, England. His escapist fantasy writing enabled him to release the combat tension suffered as a Second Lieutenant in 1916. "To the Firstborn the world grew old and grey. In that time the last of the Nolder set sail from the Havens and left Middle-earth for ever. [Tolkien] took the the ship ..

Until the seas of the Bent World fell away beneath it, and the winds of the round sky troubled it no more, and borne upon the high airs above the midst of the world it passed into the Ancient West, and an end was come for the Elder of story and of song". ~ Of the Rings of Power and the Third Age