I do not believe this darkness will endure.

Far over misty mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old We must away, ere break of day, To find our long-forgotten gold.

Don't leave me here alone! It's your Sam calling. Don't go where I can't follow! Wake up, Mr. Frodo!

With hope or without hope we will follow the trail of our enemies. And woe to them, if we prove the swifter!

This is a story of how a Baggins had an adventure, and found himself doing and saying things altogether unexpected.

Out of doubt, out of dark to the day's rising I came singing into the sun, sword unsheathing. To hope's end I rode and to heart's breaking: Now for wrath, now for ruin and a red nightfall!

I am going with him, if he climbs to the Moon.