Your talk of sniffling riders with invisible noses has unsettled me.
Your talk of sniffling riders with invisible noses has unsettled me.
Memory is not what the heart desires.
My dear Frodo! Hobbits really are amazing creatures, as I have said before. You can learn all there is to know about them in a month, and yet after a hundred years they can still surprise you at a pinch.
Not all those who wander are lost.
Pity? It was pity that stayed Bilbo's hand. Many that live deserve death. Some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them, Frodo? Do not be too eager to deal out death in judgment. Even the very wise cannot see all ends. My heart tells me that Gollum has some part to play yet, for good or ill before this is over. The pity of Bilbo may rule the fate of many.
That is the purpose for which you are called hither. Called, is say, though I have not called you to me, strangers from distant lands. You have come and are here met, in this very nick of time, by chance as it may seem. Yet it is not so. Believe rather that it is so ordered that we, who sit here, and none others, must now find counsel for the peril of the world.
The strongest must seek a way, say you? But I say: let a ploughman plough, but choose an otter for swimming, and for running light over grass and leaf, or over snow- an Elf!
The Sword of Elendil was forged anew by Elvish smiths, and on its blade was traced a device of seven stars set between the crescent Moon and rayed Sun, and about them was written many runes; for Aragorn son of Arathorn was going to war upon the marches of Mordor. Very bright was that sword when it was made whole again; the light of the sun shone redly in it, and the light of the moon shone cold, its edge was hard and keen. And Aragorn gave it a new name and called it Andúril, Flame of the West.
There are fouler things than Orcs in the deep places of the world.
There are many things in the deep waters; and seas and lands may change. And it is not our part here to take thought only for a season, or for a few lives of Men, or for a passing age of the world. We should seek a final end of this menace, even if we do not hope to make one.
There was a fire in the wide hearth before them, and it was burning with a sweet smell, as if it were built of apple-wood.
Time doesn't seem to pass here: it just is.
When heads are at a loss bodies must serve.
Yes, I am here. And you are lucky to be here too after all the absurd things you've done since you left home.
You are a set of deceitful scoundrels! But bless you! I give in. I will take Gildor's advice. If the danger were not so dark, I should dance for joy. Even so, I cannot help feeling happy; happier than I have felt for a long time.
Don't adventures ever have an end? I suppose not. Someone else always has to carry on on the story.
May it be a light to you in dark places, when all other lights go out.
Faithless is he tat says farewell when the road darkens.
Memory is not what the heart desires. That is only a mirror, be it clear as Kheled-zaram. Or so says the heart of Gimli the Dwarf.
Farewell! I go to find the Sun!
For nothing is evil in the beginning.
For we put the thought of all that we love into all that we make.
He may become like a glass filled with a clear light for eyes to see that can.
Hey dol! merry dol! ring a dong dillo! Ring a dong! hop along! fal lal the willow! Tom Bom, jolly Tom, Tom Bombadillo!
I am going with him, if he climbs to the Moon.
I cordially dislike allegory in all its manifestations, and always have done so since I grew old and wary enough to detect its presence. I much prefer history - true or feigned- with its varied applicability to the thought and experience of readers. I think that many confuse applicability with allegory, but the one resides in the freedom of the reader, and the other in the purposed domination of the author.
If by my life or death I can protect you, I will.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.
Indeed in nothing is the power of the Dark Lord more clearly shown than in the estrangement that divides all those who still oppose him.
All shall love me and despair.
It is not despair, for despair is only for those who see the end beyond all doubt. We do not.
And then alas! I let the matter reset, watching and waiting only, as we have too often done.
It is perilous to study too deeply the arts of the Enemy, for good or for ill.
But I am the real Strider, fortunately. I am Aragorn son of Arathorn; and if by life or death I can save you, I will.
It is plain that we were meant to go together.
But the only measure that he knows is desire desire for power and so he judges all hearts. Into his heart the thought will not enter that any will refuse it that having the Ring we may seek to destroy it. If we seek this we shall put him out of reckoning.
Leave him! I said. I never mean to. I am going with him, if he climbs to the Moon; and if any of these Black Riders try to stop him, they'll have Sam Gamgee to reckon with, I said. They laughed.
Despair is only for those who see the end beyond all doubt.
Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life.
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