“wonder if we shall ever be put into songs or tales. We’re in one, of course; but I mean: put into words,… — J.R.R. Tolkien Copy Share Image
“Where are you going, Master?' cried Sam, though at last he understood what was happening. 'To the Havens, Sam,' said Frodo. 'And… — J.R.R. Tolkien Copy Share Image
“Still, I wonder if we shall ever be put into songs or tales. We're in one, of course, but I mean: put… — 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
