But you comfort me, Gimli, I'm glad to have you standing nigh with your stout legs and your hard axe. I wish there were more of your kin among us. But even more would I give for a hundred good archers of Mirkwood." - Legolas
J. R. R. TolkienAnd if Sam considered himself lucky, Frodo knew he was more lucky himself; for there was not a hobbit in the Shire that was looked after with such care.
J. R. R. TolkienWhere iss it, where iss it: my Precious, my Precious? It's ours, it is, and we wants it.
J. R. R. TolkienOutside the ring of dancing warriors with spears and axes stood wolves at a respectful distance, watching and waiting.
J. R. R. TolkienWe are being at once wisely aware of our own frivolity if we avoid hitting and whacking and prefer 'striking' and 'smiting'; talk and chat and prefer 'speech' and 'discourse'; well-bred, brilliant, or polite noblemen (visions of snobbery columns in the Press, and fat men on the Riviera) and prefer the 'worthy, brave and courteous men' of long ago.
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