Great heart will not be denied.
I don't deny it," said Frodo, looking at Sam, who was now grinning. "I don't deny it, but I'll never believe you are sleeping again, whether you snore or not. I shall kick you hard to make sure.
Is it nice, my preciousss? Is it juicy? Is it scrumptiously crunchable?
I have spoken words of hope. But only of hope. Hope is not victory.
Aiya Earendil Elenion Ancalima!
It is mine, I tell you. My own. My precious. Yes, my precious.