O! Where are you going With beards all a-wagging? No knowing, no knowing What brings Mister Baggins, And Balin and Dwalin down into the valley in June ha! ha!
May the hair on your toes never fall out!
There are other men, and other lives, and time still to be.
Look, up at the sky. There is a light, a beauty up there, that no shadow can touch
No dragon can resist the fascination of riddling talk and of wasting time trying to understand it.
You are a set of deceitful scoundrels! But bless you! I give in. I will take Gildor's advice. If the danger were not so dark, I should dance for joy. Even so, I cannot help feeling happy; happier than I have felt for a long time.