Many folk like to know beforehand what is to be set on the table; but those who have laboured to prepare the feast like to keep their secret; for wonder makes the words of praise louder.

May the hair on your toes never fall out!

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

I have an unsatisfied desire to shoot well with a bow.

Adventures are not all pony-rides in May-sunshine.

Stand by the grey stone when the thrush knocks, and the setting sun with the last light of Durin’s Day will shine upon the key-hole.

And its object is Art not power, sub-creation not domination and tyrannous re-forming of Creation.