Frodo was now safe in the Last Homely House east of the Sea. That house was, as Bilbo had long ago reported, ‘a perfect house, whether you like food or sleep, or story-telling or singing, or just sitt...
Frodo began to feel restless, and the old paths seemed too well-trodden. He looked at maps, and wondered what lay beyond their edges: maps made in the Shire showed mostly white spaces beyond its borde...
For the Quest is achieved, and now all is over. I am glad you are here with me. Here at the end of all things, Sam.
For that woe is past,' said Galadriel; 'and I would take what joy is here left, untroubled by memory. And maybe there is woe enough yet to come, though still hope may seem bright.
For still there are so many things that I have never seen: in every wood in every spring there is a different green. I sit beside the fire and think of people long ago, and people who will see a world...
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. His song in the Towe...
For heart that is pitiless counteth not the power that pity hath, of which stern anger may be forged and a lightning kindled before which mountains fall.
Fifteen birds in five fir-trees, their feathers were fanned in a fiery breeze! But, funny little birds, they had no wings! O what shall we do with the funny little things? Roast
Fear both the heat and the cold of your heart, and try to have patience, if you can.
Farewell! they cried, wherever you fare, till your eyries receive you at the journey’s end! That is the polite thing to say among eagles. May the wind under your wings bear you where the sun sails and...
Farewell! I go to find the Sun!
Don’t adventures ever have an end? I suppose not. Someone else always has to carry on the story.
Do I hope in vain that you have been sent to me for a help in doubt and need?
Deeds will not be less valiant because they are unpraised.
But, but, lord, Merry stammered, I offered you my sword. I do not want to be parted from you like this, Theoden King. And as all my friends have gone to battle, I should be ashamed to stay behind.But...
But there, my friends, songs like trees bear fruit only in their own time and their own way: and sometimes they are withered untimely.
But in the end it's only a passing thing, this shadow; even darkness must pass.
Bilbo saw that the moment had come when he must do something.
Be bold, but wary! Keep up your merry hearts, and ride to meet your fortune!
As they sang the hobbit felt the love of beautiful things made by hands and by cunning and by magic moving through him, a fierce and jealous love, the desire of the hearts of dwarves. Then something T...