A man that flies from his fear may find that he has only taken a short cut to meet it.
I regard the tale of Arwen and Aragorn as the most important of the Appendices [in Lord of The Rings]; it is part of the essential story, and is only placed so, because it could not be worked into the...
We have had enough of the old men and the money-counters!" And people further off took up the cry: "Up Bowman, and down with the moneybags,
Fare well we call to hearth and hallThough wind may blow and rain may fallWe must away ere break of dayOver the wood and mountain tallTo Rivendell where Elves yet dwellIn glades beneath the misty fell...
Dawn is ever the hope of men.
Was I chosen?’ ‘Such questions cannot be answered,’ said Gandalf. ‘You may be sure that it was not for any merit that others do not possess: not for power or wisdom, at any rate. But you have been cho...
Well here we are, just the four of us that started out together,' said Merry. 'We have left all the rest behind, one after another. It seems almost like a dream that has slowly faded.''Not to me,' sai...
This thing all things devours:Birds, beasts, trees, flowers;Gnaws iron, bites steel;Grinds hard stones to meal;Slays king, ruins town,And beats high mountain down.
Things are drawing towards the end now, unless I am mistaken. There is an unpleasant time just in front of you; but keep your heart up!
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.
There is nothing like looking, if you want to find something. You certainly usually find something, if you look, but it is not always quite the something you were after.
The stars are in blossom, the moon is in flower,And bright are the windows of Night in her tower.
The Light failed; but the Darkness that followed was more than loss of light.
Still round the corner there may wait A new road or a secret gateAnd though I oft have passed them by A day will come at last when I
Sleepiness seemed to be creeping out of the ground and up their legs, and falling softly out of the air upon theirheads and eyes.
Roads go ever ever on Under cloud and under star, Yet feet that wandering have gone Turn at last to home afar
Pay heed to the tales of old wives. It may well be that they alone keep in memory what it was once needful for the wise to know.
One ring to rule them all.
O Elbereth! Gilthoniel!We still remember, we who dwellIn this far land beneath the trees.Thy starlight on the Western Seas.
Memory is not what the heart desires. That is only a mirror,