Fair speech may hide a foul heart.

They must understand that – Elrond and the Council, and the great Lords and Ladies with all their wisdom. Their plans have gone wrong. I can't be their Ring-bearer. Not without Mr. Frodo.

Evidently we look so much alike that your desire to make an incurable dent in my hat must be excused.

Fire, fear, foes! Awake!

Let the unseen days be. Today is more than enough.

Haldir had gone on and was now climbing to the high flet. As Frodo prepared to follow him, he laid his hand upon the tree beside the ladder: never before had he been so suddenly and so keenly aware of the feel and texture of a tree's skin and of the life within it. He felt a delight in wood and the touch of it, neither as forester nor as carpenter; it was the delight of the living tree itself.

No half-heartedness and no worldly fear must turn us aside from following the light unflinchingly.