Now at this last we must take a hard road, a road unforeseen. There lies our hope, if hope it be. To walk into peril – to Mordor. We must send the Ring to the Fire.
Now and again he spoke to those that served him and thanked them in their own language. They smiled at him and said laughing: 'Here is a jewel among hobbits!
Not long ago-incredible though it may seem-I heard a clerk of Oxford declare that he 'welcomed' the proximity of mass-production robot factories, and the roar of self-obstructive traffic, because it b...
No, the burned hand teaches best. After that advice about fire goes to the heart.
No, and [the sun] will not rise today, Master Holbytla. Nor ever again, one would think under this cloud. But time does not stand still, though the Sun be lost. Make haste!
Much evil must befall a country before it wholly forgets the Elves, if once they dwelt there.
Let us remember that a traitor may betray himself and do good that he does not intend.
Let me think!' said Aragorn. 'And now may I make a right choice, and change the evil fate of this unhappy day!' He stood silent for a moment. 'I will follow the Orcs,' he said at last. 'I would have g...
Kili and Fili rushed for their bags and brought back little fiddles; Dori, Nori, and Ori brought out flutes from somewhere inside their coats; Bombur produced a drum
I’ll get there, if I leave everything but my bones behind,
It's more comfortable standing still thinking of nothing.
It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to.
It was Sam's first view of a battle of Men against Men, and he did not like it much. He was glad that he could not see the dead face. He wondered what the man's name was and where he came from; and if...
It is useless to meet revenge with revenge; it will heal nothing.
It is plain that we were meant to go together.
It is perilous to study too deeply the arts of the Enemy, for good or for ill.
It does not do to leave a live dragon out of your calculations, if you live near him.
Is it nice, my preciousss? Is it juicy? Is it scrumptiously crunchable?
In the evening they went to say good-bye to Bilbo. 'Well, if you must go, you must,' he said. 'I am sorry. I shall miss you. It is nice just to know that you are about the place. But I am getting very...
If you sit on the doorstep long enough, I daresay you will think of something