It matters little who is the enemy, if we cannot beat off his attack.

Then shouldering their burdens, they set off, seeking a path that would bring them over the grey hills of the Emyn Muil, and down into the Land of Shadow.

I cordially dislike allegory in all its manifestations, and always have done since I grew old and wary enough to detect its presence.

A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer.

A safe fairyland is untrue to all worlds.

Third time pays for all

Creative fantasy, because it is mainly trying to do something else ... may open your hoard and let all the locked things fly away like cage-birds.