All have their worth and each contributes to the worth of the others.

When he heard there was nothing to eat, he sat down and wept… “Why did I ever wake up!” he cried.

Trolls are slow in the uptake, and mighty suspicious about anything new to them.

And it is not our part here to take thought only for a season, or for a few lives of Men, or for a passing age of the world.

The Nazgul they were; the Ringwraiths, the Enemy's most terribly servants; darkness went with them and they cried with the voices of death.

There is some good in this world, and it's worth fighting for.

I am in fact a hobbit (in all but size). I like gardens, trees and unmechanized farmlands; I smoke a pipe, and like good plain food (unrefrigerated).