What punishments of God are not gifts?

And there was Frodo, pale and worn, and yet himself again; and in his eyes there was peace now, neither strain of will, nor madness, nor any fear. His burden was taken away.

Green are the leaves I leave in Mirkwood.

But no living man am I! You look upon a woman. Éowyn I am, Éomund's daughter. You stand between me and my lord and kin. Begone, if you be not deathless! For living or dark undead, I will smite you, if you touch him.

In doubt a man of worth will trust to his own wisdom.

Over the field rang his clear voice calling: ‘Death! Ride, ride to ruin and the world’s ending!

We are plain quiet folk, and I have no use for adventures. Nasty, disturbing, and uncomfortable things.