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.
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.
Be he foe or friend, be he foul or clean, Brood of Morgoth, or Bright Vala, Elda or Maia or Aftercomer, Man yet unborn upon Middle-earth, Neither law, nor love, nor league of swords, dread, nor danger, not doom Itself shall defend him from Feanor and Feanor's kin whoso hideth or hordeth, or in hand taketh, finding keepeth, or afar casteth a Silmaril. This swear we all Death we will deal him ere day's ending. Woe unto the world's end Our words hesar thou, Eru Allfather To the everlasting Darkness doom us if our deed faileth. On the holy mountian hear in witness and our vow remember Manwe and Varda
Remember what Bilbo used to say 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.
Advice is a dangerous gift, even to the wise from the wise, and all courses may run ill.
It must often be so, Sam, when things are in danger someone has to give them up, lose them, so that others may keep them.
It is a dangerous business going out your front door.
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