It needs but one foe to breed a war, and those who have not swords can still die upon them.
And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost. History became legend. Legend became myth. And for two and a half thousand years, the ring passed out of all knowledge.
Rover did not know in the least where the moon’s path led to, and at present he was much too frightened and excited to ask, and anyway he was beginning to get used to extraordinary things happening to him.
A hunted man sometimes wearies of distrust and longs for friendship.
I do not believe this darkness will endure.
I was talking aloud to myself. A habit of the old: they choose the wisest person present to speak to.
Love not too well the work of thy hands and the devices of thy heart; and remember that the true hope of the Noldor lieth in the West, and cometh from the Sea.
In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.
Curse us and crush us, my precious is lost!
If you find that not many of the things you asked for have come, and not perhaps quite so many as sometimes, remember that this Christmas all over the world there are a terrible number of poor and starving people.
No dragon can resist the fascination of riddling talk and of wasting time trying to understand it.
Their ‘magic’ is Art, delivered from many of its human limitations.
There are older and fouler things than Orcs in the deep places of the world.
Is it nice, my preciousss? Is it juicy? Is it scrumptiously crunchable?
Adventures only make you late for dinner.
The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater.
I feel thin, sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread.
The stars are far brighter Than gems without measure, The moon is far whiter Than silver in treasure; The fire is more shining On hearth in the gloaming Than gold won by mining, So why go a-roaming? O! Tra-la-la-lally Come back to the Valley.
It was a hobbit hole, and that means comfort.
Let this be the hour when we draw swords together. Fell deeds awake. Now for wrath, now for ruin, and the red dawn. Forth, Eorlingas!