The world was fair, the mountains tall In Elder Days before the fall.
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!
Things will go as they will, and there is no need to hurry to meet them.
Farewell! wherever you fare, till your eyries receive you at the journey’s end!
See your road through.
Where iss it, where iss it: my Precious, my Precious? It's ours, it is, and we wants it.