We set out to save the Shire, Sam and it has been saved - but not for me.

Many a man of arms misreads patience and quiet. She did much good among us at much cost. Her heart was not faint, and patience will break at the last.

You can trust us to stick to you through thick and thin - to the bitter end. And you can trust us to keep any secret of yours - closer than you keep it yourself. But you cannot trust us to let you face trouble alone, and go off without a word.

I wish you'd take his Ring. You'd put things to rights. You'd stop them digging up the Gaffer and turning him adrift. You'd make some folk pay for their dirty work.' ‘I would,' she said. ‘That is how it would begin. But it would not stop with that, alas! We.

What’s taters, precious, eh, what’s taters?’ ‘Po – ta – toes,’ said Sam.

Here it is!' he cried. ‘There is a way down inside, yes. Now we follows it – out, out away over there.

But Olwë answered: ‘We renounce no friendship. But it may be the part of a friend to rebuke a friend's folly.

We may indeed in counsel point to the higher road, but we cannot compel any free creature to walk upon it. That leadeth to tyranny, which disfigureth good and maketh it seem hateful.

Far, far below the deepest delvings of the Dwarves, the world is gnawed by nameless things. Even Sauron knows them not. They are older than he. Now I have walked there, but.

As they passed through the camp an old man, wrapped in a dark cloak, rose from a tent door where he was sitting and came towards them. Well done! Mr. Baggins! he said, clapping Bilbo on the back. There is always more about you than anyone expects! It was Gandalf.

Up Eorlingas! Fear no darkness!

If room isn't found for them, they'll find it for themselves. They've a right to live, same as other folk,' he said loudly. The local inhabitants did not look pleased at the prospect.

Old Tom Bombadil water-lilies bringing Comes hopping home again. Can you hear him singing?

Take now this Ring,' he said; 'for thy labours and thy cares will be heavy, but in all it will support thee and defend thee from weariness. For this is the Ring of Fire, and herewith, maybe, thou shalt rekindle hearts to the valour of old in a world that grows chill.

The Lord of the Ringwraiths had met his doom.

The world is full enough of hurts and mischances without wars to multiply them.

For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach.

But there lies a pain and longing in his eyes, a look of horror as he sees a batlike form crawl to its knees and drag its creased and creaking wings.

I don't rightly know what I want: but I have something to do before the end, and it lies ahead, not in the Shire. I must see it through, sir, if you understand me.

Wizards after all are wizards.

Bilbo lay with his eyes shut, gasping an taking pleasure in the feel of the fresh air again, and hardly noticing the excitement of the dwarves, or how they praised him and patted him on the back and put themseves and all their families for generations to come at his service.

Have we ridden forth to victory, only to stand at last amazed by an old liar with honey on his forked tongue? So would the trapped wolf speak to the hounds, if he could.

Wisest of the Maiar was Olórin.

A hunted man sometimes wearies of distrust and longs for friendship.

Lazy Lob and crazy Cob are weaving webs to wind me. I am far more sweet than other meat, but still they cannot find me! Here am I, naughty little fly; you are fat and lazy. You cannot trap me, though you try, in your cobwebs crazy.

I am glad you are here with me. Here at the end of all things, Sam. J.R.R.

And what more can hobbits do? They can be comic, but their comedy is suburban unless it is set against things more elemental.

Some believe it is only great power that can hold evil in check. But that is not what I have found. I have found that it is the small things, everyday deeds of ordinary folk that keep the darkness at bay. Simple acts of kindness and love.

Say rather that the Ring has no power over him. He is his own master. But he cannot alter the Ring itself, nor break its power over others. And now he is withdrawn into a little land, within bounds that he has set, though none can see them, waiting perhaps for a change of days, and he will not step beyond them.

Stir not the bitterness in the cup that I mixed for myself,' said Denethor. 'Have I not tasted it now many nights upon my tongue, foreboding that worse lay in the dregs?

He only needs the One; for he made that Ring himself, it is his, and he let a great part of his own former power pass into it, so that he could rule all the others.

I am Gandalf, and Gandalf means me!

But how came you by the heirloom of my house—if there is need to ask such a question of thieves? We are not thieves, Bard answered. Your own we will give back in return for our own. How came you by it? shouted Thorin in gathering rage. I gave it to them! squeaked Bilbo, who was peering over the wall, by now in a dreadful fright.

Long listening is hungry work.

Curse us and crush us, my precious is lost!

There were some that shook their heads and thought this was too much of a good thing; it seemed unfair that anyone should possess (apparently) perpetual youth as well as (reputedly) inexhaustible wealth. ‘It will have to be paid for,' they said. ‘It isn't natural, and trouble will come of it!

That was Thorin's style. He was an important dwarf. If he had been allowed, he would probably have gone on like this until he was out of breath, without telling anyone there anything that was not known already. But he was rudely interrupted.

Yet dawn is ever the hope of men,' said Aragorn.

So do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.

When you are writing a complicated story, you have got to have a map.

Child of the kindly West, I have come to know, if more of us valued your ways - food and cheer above hoarded gold - it would be a merrier world. But sad or merry, I must leave it now. Farewell.

Don't you leave him! they said to me. Leave him! I said. I never mean to. I am going with him, if he climbs to the Moon; and if any of those Black Riders try to stop him, they'll have Sam Gamgee to reckon with, I said. They laughed.

All my own perception of beauty both in majesty and simplicity is founded upon Our Lady.

And it is said by the Eldar that in water there lives yet the echo of the Music of the Ainur more than in any substance else that is in this Earth; and many of the Children of Ilúvatar hearken still unsated to the voices of the Sea, and yet know not for what they listen.

Soft as butter they can be, and yet sometimes as tough as old tree-roots.

Far more often [than asking the question 'Is it true?'] they [children] have asked me: 'Was he good? Was he wicked?' That is, they were far more concerned to get the Right side and the Wrong side clear. For that is a question equally important in History and in Faerie.

Never in former days would any high lord of this land have constrained a man to abandon such a quest as mine. My duty at least is clear, to go on.

I can put it no plainer than by saying that Bilbo was meant to find the Ring, and not by its maker. In which case you also were meant to have it. And that may be an encouraging thought.

In those days the Great Enemy, of whom Sauron of Mordor was but a servant, dwelt in Angband in the North, and the Elves of the West coming back to Middle-earth made war upon him to regain the Silmarils which he had stolen; and the fathers of Men aided the Elves.