Don't dip your beard in the foam, Father!" They cried to Thorin. "It is long enough without watering it!

All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.

Silver flow the streams from Celos to Erui In the green fields of Lebennin! Tall grows the grass there. In the wind from the Sea The white lilies sway, And the golden bells are shaken of mallos and alfirin In the green fields of Lebennin, In the wind from the Sea!

No half-heartedness and no worldly fear must turn us aside from following the light unflinchingly.

The Nazgul they were; the Ringwraiths, the Enemy's most terribly servants; darkness went with them and they cried with the voices of death.

The way is shut. Then they halted and looked at him and saw that he lived still; but he did not look at them. The way is shut, his voice said again. It was made by those who are Dead, and the Dead keep it, until the time comes. The way is shut.

Hush! Take no notice!" - Gandalf