And I fell into darkness and foul dreams, and woke and found that waking was worse.
We spend our waning strength to no avail. For till we be sure where the Dragon will pass, it is vain to climb.’ ‘But.
Moreover the wealthy may have pity beyond right on the needy that befriended them when they were in want.
We plunged into the deep water and all was dark. Cold it was as the tide of death: almost it froze my heart.
Paler indeed than the moon ailing in some slow eclipse was the light of it now, wavering and blowing like a noisome exhalation of decay, a corpse-light, a light that illuminated nothing.
The sons of Dior and Nimloth were Elured and Elurin; and a daughter also was born to them, and she was named Elwing, which is Star-spray, for she was born on a night of stars, whose light glittered in the spray of the waterfall of Lanthir Lamath beside her father’s house.
He came round a shoulder of the mountain like a ton of thunderbolts, with a noise like a gale and a gust of red lightning.
At least none can foretell what will come to pass, if we take this road or that. But it seems to me now clear which is the road that we must take. The westward road seems easiest. Therefore it must be shunned. It will be watched. Too often the Elves have fled that way. Now at this last we must take a hard road, a road unforeseen. There lies our hope, if hope it be. To walk into peril – to Mordor. We must send the Ring to the Fire.
Here it is!’ he cried. ‘There is a way down inside, yes. Now we follows it – out, out away over there.
If I stayed beside you, love would lead me, not wisdom.
The King’s grace is greater than you know, and the law is become less stern than aforetime; or else no choice would be given you but to abide here to your life’s end.
At no time had Hobbits of any kind been warlike, and they had never fought among themselves.
Lilly-flowers nodded their half-opened heads in the grass.
Why, I feel all thin, sort of stretched, if you know what I mean: like butter that has been scraped over too much bread.
At last the time came for him to say good-bye to his friends. “Farewell, Balin!” he said; “and farewell, Dwalin; and farewell Dori, Nori, Ori, Oin, Gloin, Bifur, Bofur, and Bombur! May your beards never grow thin!” And turning towards the Mountain he added: “Farewell Thorin Oakenshield! And Fili and Kili! May your memory never fade!
Thank you,’ said Rover, feeling crushed. ‘It is very kind of all these wizards to trouble themselves about me, I am sure, though it is rather upsetting. You never know what will happen next, when once you get mixed up with wizards and their friends.
Let go! Gollum,′ he said. ‘This is Sting. You have seen it before once upon a time. Let go, or you’ll feel it this time! I’ll cut your throat.
One who cannot cast away a treasure at need is in fetters.
West, North, and South the children of Men spread and wandered, and their joy was the joy of the morning before the dew is dry, when every leaf is green.
Mr. Baggins was still officially their expert burglar and investigator. If he liked to risk a light, that was his affair. They would wait in the tunnel for his report.