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?

Upon the hearth the fire is red, Beneath the roof there is a bed; But not yet weary are our feet, Still round the corner we may meet A sudden tree or standing stone That none have seen but we alone. Tree and flower and leaf and grass, Let them pass! Let them pass!

If only that dratted wizard would leave young Frodo alone, perhaps he'll settle down and grow some hobbit-sense,' they said. And to all appearance the wizard did leave Frodo alone, and he did settle down, but the growth of hobbit-sense was not very noticable.

What has roots as nobody sees, Is taller than trees Up, up it goes, And yet never grows? A mountain.

Outside the ring of dancing warriors with spears and axes stood wolves at a respectful distance, watching and waiting.

Oft hope is born when all is forlorn.

A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.