A light like the glint of water on dewy grass flashed from under her feet as she danced.

At that moment there was a knock on the door, and Sam came in. He ran to Frodo and took his left hand, awkwardly and shyly. He stroked it gently and then he blushed and...

Not all that have fallen are vanquished.

I pity snails, and all that carry their homes on their backs.

In the spring when the wind is in the new leaves the echo of her voice may still be heard by the fall that bear her name.

Instead of a Dark Lord, you would have a queen, not dark but beautiful and terrible as the dawn! Tempestuous as the sea, and stronger than the foundations of the earth! All shall love me...