“Many a man of arms misreads patience and quiet. She did much good among us at much cost. Her heart was not faint, and patience will break at the last.” — J.R.R. Tolkien Copy Share Image
“You do not know your danger, Theoden. These hobbits will sit on the edge of ruin and discuss the pleasures of the table, or the small doings of their fathers, grandfathers, and great-grandfathers, and remoter cousins to the ninth degree,… — J.R.R. Tolkien Copy Share Image
“I will vouch for him before the seat of Denethor,' said Gandalf. 'And as for valour, that cannot be computed by stature. He has… — J.R.R. Tolkien Copy Share Image
“I have chosen Mr Baggins and that ought to be enough for all of you. If I say he is a Burglar, a Burglar… — J.R.R. Tolkien Copy Share Image
“he can see through a brick wall in time (as they say in Bree). But” — J.R.R. Tolkien Copy Share Image
“The consolation of fairy-stories, the joy of the happy ending; or more correctly of the good catastrophe, the sudden joyous "turn" (for there is… — J.R.R. Tolkien Copy Share Image
“Sméagol won't grub for roots and carrotses and - taters. What's taters, precious, eh, what's taters?' 'Po-ta-toes,' said Sam. 'The Gaffer's delight, and rare… — J.R.R. Tolkien Copy Share Image
“But the Queen Arwen said: 'A gift I will give you. For I am the daughter of Elrond. I shall not go with him… — J.R.R. Tolkien Copy Share Image
“If you lived near the edge of Mirkwood, you would take the word of no one that you did not know as well as… — J.R.R. Tolkien Copy Share Image
“He was dark-haired as his mother, and promised to be like her in mood also; for he was not merry, and spoke little, though… — J.R.R. Tolkien Copy Share Image
“Sam: Mordor. The one place in Middle-earth we don't want to see any closer, and the one place we're trying to get to. It's… — J.R.R. Tolkien Copy Share Image
“May your beer be laid under an enchantment of surpassing excellence for seven years!” — J.R.R. Tolkien Copy Share Image
“Though sword shall be rusted, And throne and crown perish With strength that men trusted And wealth that they cherish, Here grass is still… — J.R.R. Tolkien Copy Share Image
