Under the Mountain dark and tallThe King has come unto his hall!His foe is dead,the Worm of Dread,And ever so his foes shall fall.The sword is sharp, the spear is long,The arrow swift, the Gate...

These are Rustbell Rabbits! I’d like to see them try!!!

So, though there was still some store of weapons in the Shire, these were used mostly as trophies, hanging above hearths or on walls, or gathered into the museum at Michel Delving. The Mathom-house it...

Still round the corner there may wait, A new road or a secret gate.

I am told that I talk in shorthand and then smudge it.

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.

There are some things that it is better to begin than to refuse, even though the end may be dark.

The king was silent. “Ents!” he said at length. “Out of the shadows of legend I begin a little to understand the marvel of the trees, I think. I have lived to see strange days....

You renounce your friendship even in the hour of our need ‘ he said. ‘Yet you were glad indeed to receive our aid when you came at last to these shores fainthearted loiterers and well-nigh...

His rage passes description – the sort of rage that is only seen when rich folk that have more than they can enjoy suddenly lose something that they have long had but have never before...

Ask not the elves for advice, because they will tell you both ‘yes’ and ‘no’.

Sam was the only member of the party who had not been over the river before. He had a strange feeling as the slow gurgling stream slipped by: his old life lay behind in the...

That’s what I meant,’ said Pippin. ‘We hobbits ought to stick together, and we will. I shall go, unless they chain me up. There must be someone with intelligence in the party.

I am looking for someone to share in an adventure that I am arranging, and it’s very difficult to find anyone.’ I should think so — in these parts! We are plain quiet folk and...

Living by faith includes the call to something greater than cowardly self-preservation.

Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens.

If all the seven stones were laid out before me now, I should shut my eyes and put my hands in my pockets.

The others cast themselves down upon the fragrant grass, but Frodo stood awhile still lost in wonder. It seemed to him that he had stepped through a high window that looked on a vanished world....

Ai! laurie lantar lassi s?rineninyalem?ne r?mar aldaroninyali ettulielle turme m?rienanduniesse la m?ruv?rionVarda tel?men falmar k?rienlaurealassion ?mar mailinon.

I have no help to send, therefore I must go myself.

For she is a fair maiden, fairest lady of a house of queens. And yet I know not how I should speak of her. When I first looked on her and perceived her unhappiness, it...

Wise men speak only of what they know

All that is gold does not glitter,Not all those who wander are lost;The old that is strong does not wither,Deep roots are not reached by the frost.From the ashes a fire shall be woken,A light...

And the ship went out into the High Sea and passed into the West, until at last on a night of rain Frodo smelled a sweet fragrance on the air and heard the sound of...

Roads go ever ever on,Over rock and under tree,By caves where never sun has shone,By streams that never find the sea;Over snow by winter sown,And through the merry flowers of June,Over grass and over stone,And...

I don’t know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.

She walks in starlight in another world

They themselves do not see the world of light as we do, but our shapes cast shadows in their minds, which only the noon sun destroys.

At length the Lady Galadriel released them from her eyes, and she smiled. ‘Do not let your hearts be troubled,’ she said. ‘Tonight you shall sleep in peace.’ Then they sighed and felt suddenly weary,...

His love for Frodo rose above all other thoughts, and forgetting his peril he cried aloud: ‘I’m coming Mr. Frodo!

I have not been nourished by English Literature. . . for the simple reason that I have never found much there in which to rest my heart (or heart and head together). I was brought...

Frodo: I can’t do this, Sam. Sam: I know. It’s all wrong. By rights we shouldn’t even be here. But we are. It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered....

! Elbereth Gilthoniel!silivren penna m ”­rielo menel aglar elenath!We still remember, we who dwellIn this far land beneath the trees,Thy starlight on the Western Seas.

Then suddenly out of the gloom came a sharp hiss. ‘What has it got in its pocketses?’

Fealty with love, Valor with honor, oathbreaking with vengeance.

Your time may come. Do not be too sad, Sam. You cannot be always torn in two. You will have to be one and whole, for many years. You have so much to enjoy and...

To the dismay of those that stood by, about the body of Saruman a grey mist gathered, and rising very slowly to a great height like smoke from a fire, as a pale shrouded figure...

Pippin glanced in some wonder at the face now close beside his own, for the sound of that laugh had been gay and merry. Yet in the wizard’s face he saw at first only lines...

Fantasy remains a human right: we make in our measure and in our derivative mode, because we are made: and not only made, but made in the image and likeness of a Maker.

We are plain quiet folk and I have no use for adventures. Nasty disturbing uncomfortable things! Make you late for dinner!

I will take the ring,” he said,” though I do not know the way.” –Frodo Baggins

Not all those who wander are lost.

Don’t the great tales never end?””No, they never end as tales,” said Frodo. “But the people in them come, and go when their part’s ended. Our part will end later – or sooner.

This is a story of how a Baggins had an adventure, and found himself doing and saying things altogether unexpected.

And he smote the Balrog upon the mountainside.

The praise of the praiseworthy is above all rewards.

If you’re going to have a complicated story, you must work to a map; otherwise you can never make a map of it afterwards.

Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens.

But that ‘ s not the way of it with the tales that really mattered, or the ones that stay in the mind. Folk seem to have just landed in them, usually – their paths...

There at last when the mallorn leaves were falling, but spring had not yet come, she laid herself to rest upon Cerin Amroth; and there is her green grave, until the world is changed, and...