Fifteen birds in five firtrees, their feathers were fanned in a fiery breeze! But, funny little birds, they had no wings! O what shall we do with the funny little things? Roast 'em alive, or stew them in a pot; fry them, boil them and eat them hot?
J. R. R. TolkienIt is wisdom to recognize necessity when all other courses have been weighed, though as folly it may appear to those who cling to false hope.
J. R. R. TolkienOutside the ring of dancing warriors with spears and axes stood wolves at a respectful distance, watching and waiting.
J. R. R. TolkienRover did not know in the least where the moon's path led to, and at present he was much too frightened and excited to ask, and anyway he was beginning to get used to extraordinary things happening to him.
J. R. R. Tolkien