Instead of a Dark Lord, you would have a queen, not dark but beautiful and terrible as the dawn! Tempestuous as the sea, and stronger than the foundations of the earth! All shall love me and despair!
I sit beside the fire and think of people long ago, and of people who will see a world that I shall never know.
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.
We wants it, we needs it. Must have the precious. They stole it from us. Sneaky little hobbitses. Wicked, tricksy, false!
The doom lies in yourself, not in your name.
Few can foresee whither their road will lead them, till they come to its end.
On their deathbed men will speak true, they say.
Things are drawing towards the end now, unless I am mistaken. There is an unpleasant time just in front of you; but keep your heart up!
I dislike allegory wherever I smell it.
But the enemy has the move, and he is about to open his full game. And pawns are as likely to see as much of it as any. Sharpen your blade!
Where iss it, where iss it: my Precious, my Precious? It’s ours, it is, and we wants it.
Yet seldom do they fail of their seed, And that will lie in the dust and rot to spring up again in times and places unlooked-for. The deeds of Men will outlast us.
Fifteen birds in five firtrees, their feathers were fanned in a fiery breeze! But, funny little birds, they had no wings! O what shall we do with the funny little things? Roast ’em alive, or stew them in a pot; fry them, boil them and eat them hot?
Thief, thief, thief! Baggins! We hates it, we hates it, we hates it forever!
This thing all things devours: Birds, beasts, trees, flowers; Gnaws iron, bites steel; Grinds hard stones to meal; Slays king, ruins town, And beats high mountain down.
Alive without breath, As cold as death; Never thirsty, ever drinking, All in mail never clinking.
Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters.
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!
Farewell! wherever you fare, till your eyries receive you at the journey’s end!
Farewell! O Gandalf! May you ever appear where you are most needed and least expected!