And he smote the Balrog upon the mountainside.
Above all shadows rides the Sunand Stars for ever dwell:I will not say the Day is done,nor bid the Stars farewell.
A few melancholy birds were pipping and wailing, until the round red sun sank slowly into the western shadows; then an empty silence fell
Fantasy is a natural human activity. It certainly does not destroy or even insult Reason; and it does not either blunt the appetite for, nor obscure the perception of scientific verity. On the contrar...
End? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path, one that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass, and then you see it.
The most improper job of any man, even saints (who at any rate were at least unwilling to take it on), is bossing other men. Not one in a million is fit for it, and least of all those who seek the opp...
In her hand she held a harp, and she sang. Sad and sweet was the sound of her voice in the cool clear air.
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. Long we have tended our be...
The doom lies in yourself, not in your name.
Speak, or I will put a dint in your hat that even a wizard will find hard to deal with!
Now I know what a piece of bacon feels like when it is suddenly picked out of the pan on a fork and put back on the shelf!No you don't! he heard Dori answering, because the bacon knows that it will ge...
Less doth yearning trouble him who knoweth many songs, or with his hands can touch the harp: his possession is his gift of glee which God gave him.
I threw down my enemy, and he fell from the high place and broke the mountain-side where he smote it in his ruin.
He may become like a glass filled with a clear light for eyes to see that can.
Fear nothing! Have peace until the morning! Heed no nightly noises!
Et Eärello Endorenna utúlien. Sinome maruvan ar Hildinyar tenn’ Ambar-metta!
Don't adventures ever have an end? I suppose not. Someone else always has to carry on on the story.
Courage will now be your best defence against the storm that is at hand-—that and such hope as I bring.
But it does not seem that I can trust anyone,' said Frodo.Sam looked at him unhappily. 'It all depends on what you want,' put in Merry. 'You can trust us to stick with you through thick and thin--to t...
But I have been too deeply hurt, Sam. I tried to save the Shire, and it has been saved, but not for me. It must often be so, Sam, when things are in danger: some one has to give them up, lose them, so...