Elen sila lumenn' omentielvo, a star shines on the hour of our meeting.

Such bees! Bilbo had never seen anything like them. "If one were to sting me," He thought "I should swell up as big as I am!

The praise of the praiseworthy is above all rewards.

Don't go where I can't follow!

Faithful heart may have froward tongue.

But it seems that the wind is setting East, and the withering of all Woods may be drawing near.

One tiny Hobbit against all the evil the world could muster. A sane being would have given up, but Samwise burned with a magnificent madness, a glowing obsession to surmount every obstacle, to find Frodo, destroy the Ring, and cleanse Middle Earth of its festering malignancy. He knew he would try again. Fail, perhaps. And try once more. A thousand, thousand times if need be, but he would not give up the quest.