Gandalf: Authority is not given to you to deny the return of the king, steward.
Denethor: The rule of Gondor is mine! And no other's!
—The film version of The Lord of the Rings
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.
Simon: Will you help us anyway, Bal?
Ballentire: No. It'll mean the gallows for every one of us.
Simon: It'll mean fame and glory for every one of you and the greatest story in history. Think of it, Bal. The Aristok flees the wicked treason of an uncle's hand. With danger at every turn -
Ballentire: That's right, Sy, danger, the danger of capture, imprisonment, torture, and death.
Simon: - aided only by two courageous -
Simon: - artists and a gallant troupe of tumblers, and disguised as a common juggler's apprentice, she makes her way north. Past the guards and soldiers of her enemy, her loyal people bring her safely to the arms of her cousin, who places her at the head of a mighty army and returns her home in triumph. The enemy is defeated, the Aristok seated on her rightful throne, and the faithful and steadfast tumblers go on to riches and fame. Think of the story it would make, Bal.
Ballentire: I'll do it. But not for any badly told, melodramatic story. For the child. I can't have the two of you dragging her around the countryside; you'd get her killed in the first mile.
—The Painter Knight, Fiona Patton
Leliana: There are many great tales of lost kings who return to their lands to reign in glory...
Alistair: I am not lost. Nor, for that matter, a king. And there is nothing glorious about me.
Leliana: You are Maric's son; you are the rightful king of Ferelden.
Missing Heirs occur with great frequency. At any given time, half the COUNTRIES in Fantasyland will have mislaid their Crown PRINCE/PRINCESS ...