You renounce your friendship even in the hour of our need ' he said. 'Yet you were glad indeed to receive our aid when you came at last to these shores fainthearted loiterers and well-nigh emptyhanded. In huts on the beaches would you be dwelling still had not the Noldor carved out your haven and toiled upon your walls.

There is more in you of good than you know, child of the kindly West. Some courage and some wisdom, blended in measure. If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.

He drew a deep breath. 'Well, I'm back,' he said.

Handsome is as handsome does

For it is easier to shout 'Stop', than to do it

Where there's life there's hope, and need of vittles.

Not idly do the leaves of Lorien fall