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With hope or without hope we will follow the trail of our enemies. And woe to them, if we prove the swifter!
For you do not yet know the strengths of your hearts, and you cannot foresee what each may meet on the road.
And then her heart changed, or at least she understood it; and the winter passed, and the sun shone upon her.
Yes, I am here. And you are lucky to be here too after all the absurd things you've done since you left home.
The quiet was so deep that their feet seemed to thump along while all the trees leaned over them and listened.
I am looking for someone to share in an adventure that I am arranging, and it's very difficult to find anyone.
please don't cook me, kind sirs! I am a good cook myself, and cook better than I cook, if you see what I mean.
Yes, I am white now,' said Gandalf. 'Indeed I am Saruman, one might almost say, Saruman as he should have been.
You ought not to be rude to an eagle, when you are only the size of a hobbit, and are up in hid eyrie at night!
Why must you speak your thoughts? Silence, if fair words stick in your throat, would serve all our ends better.
Let us remember that a traitor may betray himself and do good that he does not intend. It can be so, sometimes.
I sit beside the fire and think of people long ago, and of people who will see a world that I shall never know.
The way is shut. It was made by those who are Dead, and the Dead keep it, until the time comes. The way is shut.
Chip the glasses and crack the plates! / Blunt the knives and bend the forks! / That's what Bilbo Baggins hates.
His love for Frodo rose above all other thoughts, and forgetting his peril he cried aloud: 'I'm coming Mr. Frodo!
I threw down my enemy, and he fell from the high place and broke the mountain-side where he smote it in his ruin.
Farewell, and may the blessing of Elves and Men and all Free Folk go with you. May the stars shine upon your faces!
To think I should have lived to be goodmorninged by Belladonna Took's son, as if I was selling buttons at the door!
Many are the strange chances of the world, and help oft shall come from the hands of the weak when the Wise falter.
This is a story of how a Baggins had an adventure, and found himself doing and saying things altogether unexpected.
Books ought to have good endings.How would this do: and they all settled down and lived together happily ever after?
And what would you do, if an uninvited dwarf came and hung his things up in your hall without a word of explanation?
For still there are so many things that I have never seen: in every wood in every spring there is a different green.
If you do not believe in a personal God, the question: 'What is the purpose of life?' is unaskable and unanswerable.
But I am the real Strider, fortunately. I am Aragorn son of Arathorn; and if by life or death I can save you, I will.
I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.
Together we will take the road that leads into the West, And far away will find a land where both our hearts may rest.
For so sworn good or evil an oath may not be broken and it shall pursue oathkeeper and oathbreaker to the world's end.
Outside the ring of dancing warriors with spears and axes stood wolves at a respectful distance, watching and waiting.
If you're going to have a complicated story you must work to a map; otherwise you'll never make a map of it afterwards.
Ónen i-estel edain, ú-chebin estel anim. (I gave Hope to the Dúnedain, I have kept none for myself.) (Gilraen's linnod)
And long there he lay, an image of the splendour of the Kings of Men in glory undimmed before the breaking of the world.
We are plain quiet folk and have no use for adventures. Nasty disturbing uncomfortable things! Make you late for dinner!
For some time I lived in fear of receiving a letter signed 'S. Gollum'. That would have been more difficult to deal with.
I am dreading the publication, for it will be impossible not to mind what is said. I have exposed my heart to be shot at.
We wants it, we needs it. Must have the precious. They stole it from us. Sneaky little hobbitses. Wicked, tricksy, false!
Splendid! They used to go up like great lilies and snapdragons and laburnums of fire and hang in the twilight all evening!
There was a fire in the wide hearth before them, and it was burning with a sweet smell, as if it were built of apple-wood.
'I wish life was not so short,' he thought. 'Languages take such a time, and so do all the things one wants to know about.'
Such bees! Bilbo had never seen anything like them. "If one were to sting me," He thought "I should swell up as big as I am!
And it is not our part here to take thought only for a season, or for a few lives of Men, or for a passing age of the world.
Each of us embodies, in a particular tale and clothed in the garments of time & place, universal truth and everlasting life.
Then holding the star aloft and the bright sword advanced, Frodo, hobbit of the Shire, walked steadily down to meet the eyes.
Fantasy is escapist, and that is its glory. If a soldier is imprisoned by the enemy, don't we consider it his duty to escape?
evil labours with vast power and perpetual success - in vain: preparing always only the soil for unexpected good to sprout in.
O Elbereth! Gilthoniel! We still remember, we who dwell In this far land beneath the trees. Thy starlight on the Western Seas.
Gandalf thought of most things; and though he could not do everything, he could do a great deal for friends in a tight corner.
You will notice already that Mr. Baggins was not quite so prosy as he liked to believe, also that he was very fond of flowers.
This is the ending. Now not day only shall be beloved, but night too shall be beautiful and blessed and all its fear pass away.
The only just literary critic," he concluded, "is Christ, who admires more than does any man the gifts He Himself has bestowed.