Their horses were of great stature, strong and clean-limbed; their gray coats glistened, their long tails flowed in the wind, their manes were braided on their proud necks.

The road must be trod, but it will be very hard. And neither strength nor wisdom will carry us far upon it. This quest may be attempted by the weak with as much hope as the strong. Yet it is oft the course of deeds that move the wheels of the world: Small hands do them because they must, while the eyes of the great are elsewhere.

Bilbo saw that the moment had come when he must do something.

There was a fire in the wide hearth before them, and it was burning with a sweet smell, as if it were built of apple-wood.

Come, Mr. Frodo!' he cried. 'I can't carry it for you, but I can carry you and it as well. So up you get! Come on, Mr. Frodo dear! Sam will give you a ride. Just tell him where to go, and he'll go

Splendid! They used to go up like great lilies and snapdragons and laburnums of fire and hang in the twilight all evening!

In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.