And then her heart changed, or at least she understood it; and the winter passed, and the sun shone upon her.
Speak, or I will put a dint in your hat that even a wizard will find hard to deal with!
Evidently we look so much alike that your desire to make an incurable dent in my hat must be excused.
Gandalf thought of most things; and though he could not do everything, he could do a great deal for friends in a tight corner.
Your talk of sniffling riders with invisible noses has unsettled me.
My Precious, my Precious.
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.
And if Sam considered himself lucky, Frodo knew he was more lucky himself; for there was not a hobbit in the Shire that was looked after with such care.
He stands not alone. You would die before your stroke fell.
Few other griefs amid the ill chances of this world have more bitterness and shame for a man’s heart than to behold the love of a lady so fair and brave that cannot be returned.
So fair, so cold; like a morning of pale spring still clinging to winter’s chill.
His face was sad and stern because of the doom that was laid on him, and yet hope dwelt ever in the depths of his heart, from which mirth would arise at times like a spring from a rock.
The burned hand teaches best. After that, advice about fire goes to the heart.
You are a set of deceitful scoundrels! But bless you! I give in. I will take Gildor’s advice. If the danger were not so dark, I should dance for joy. Even so, I cannot help feeling happy; happier than I have felt for a long time.
A box without hinges, key, or lid, yet golden treasure inside is hid.
If this nice friendliness would spread out in Mordor, half our trouble would be over.
Go not to the Elves for counsel, for they will say both no and yes.
I am going with him, if he climbs to the Moon.
Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life.
It is plain that we were meant to go together.