Don't tell us about dreams ā dream dinners aren't any good and we can't share them.
"That's done it!" said Sam. "Now I've rung the front-door bell!"
Frodo: Go back, Sam! Iām going to Mordor alone. Sam: Of course you are, and Iām coming with you!
For we put the thought of all that we love into all that we make.
And he smote the Balrog upon the mountainside.
And what would you do, if an uninvited dwarf came and hung his things up in your hall without a word of explanation?