Gandalf! I thought you were dead! But then I thought I was dead myself. Is everything sad going to come untrue? What's happened to the world?

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), but detest French cooking; I like, and even dare to wear in these dull days, ornamental waistcoats. I am fond of mushrooms (out of a field); have a very simple sense of humor (which even my appreciative critics find tiresome); I go to bed late and get up late (when possible). I do not travel much.

Wraiths! Wraiths on wings!

Help means ruin and saving means slaying.

Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life.

I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.

Go not to the Elves for counsel, for they will say both no and yes.