I am nearly twenty-nine, so I pass you there; though I am but four feet, and not likely to grow any more, save sideways.
Do not speak before your master, whose wit is greater than yours. And.
Of those demons of power Ecthelion slew three, for the brightness of his sword cleft the iron of them and did hurt to their fire, and they writhed; yet of the leap of that axe Dramborleg that was swung by the hand of Tuor were they still more afraid, for it sang like the rush of eagle’s wings in the air and took death as it fell, and five of them went down before it.
The land was green: in the wet meads and along the grassy borders of the stream grew many willow-trees. Already in this southern land they were blushing red at their fingertips, feeling the approach of spring.
As to the fate of Men,′ said Sador, ’you must ask those that are wiser than Labadal. But as all can see, we weary soon and die; and by mischance many meet death even sooner.
You let them out again, Old Man Willow!’ he said. ‘What be you a-thinking of? You should not be waking. Eat earth! Dig deep! Drink water! Go to sleep! Bombadil is talking!
They had come to the desolation that lay before Mordor: the lasting monument to the dark labour of its slaves that should endure when all their purposes were made void; a land defiled, diseased beyond all healing – unless the Great Sea should enter in and wash it with oblivion. ‘I feel sick,’ said Sam.
He was altogether wretched. He hated the dark, and he hated the light more: he hated everything, and the Ring most of all.
I have some counsel for hardy hearts.’ The.
Their faces were as a rule good-natured rather than beautiful.
And that was the end of Smaug.
The misty morning crawleth grey from dusk to the reluctant day.
You didn’t never ought to have a’ sold Bag End, as I always said. That’s what started all the mischief. And while you’ve been trapessing in foreign parts, chasing Black Men up mountains from what my Sam says, though what for he don’t make clear, they’ve been and dug up Bagshot Row and ruined my taters!
Tom’s country ends here: he will not pass the borders. Tom has his house to mind, and Goldberry is waiting!
Still she did not blench: maiden of the Rohirrim, child of kings, slender but as a steel-blade, fair yet terrible.
You step into the Road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to.
It flamed like a star that leaping from the firmament sears the dark air with intolerable light.
For the valour of the Edain the Elves shall ever remember as the ages lengthen, marvelling that they gave life so freely of which on earth they had so little. But it is not for thy valour only that I send thee, but to bring into the world a hope beyond thy sight, and a light that shall pierce the darkness.
Ah! The Ring!’ said Boromir, his eyes lighting. ‘The Ring! Is it not a strange fate that we should suffer so much fear and doubt for so small a thing?
Strange are the turns of fortune! Often does hatred hurt itself!