Eastward the dawn rose, ridge behind ridge into the morning, and vanished out of eyesight into guess; it was no more than a glimmer blending with the hem of the sky, but it spoke to them, out of the memory and old tales, of the high and distant mountains.

I can put it no plainer than by saying that Bilbo was meant to find the Ring, and not by its maker. In which case you also were meant to have it. And that may be an encouraging thought.

Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens.

There was a fire in the wide hearth before them, and it was burning with a sweet smell, as if it were built of apple-wood.

Oh! That was poetry!" said Pippin. "Do you really mean to start before the break of day?

Middle-earth is our world. I have (of course) placed the action in a purely imaginary (though not wholly impossible) period of antiquity, in which the shape of the continental masses was different.

Is it nice, my preciousss? Is it juicy? Is it scrumptiously crunchable?