I invented that little rhyme about 'One Ring to rule them all', I remember, in the bath one day.

I give you this toast: To the Hobbits. May they outlast the Sarumans and see spring again in the trees.

Farewell, and may the blessing of Elves and Men and all Free Folk go with you. May the stars shine upon your faces!

Farewell! wherever you fare, till your eyries receive you at the journey’s end!

In one thing you have not changed, dear friend," said Aragorn: "you still speak in riddles." "What? In riddles?" said Gandalf. "No! For I was talking aloud to myself. A habit of the old: they choose the wisest person present to speak to; the long explanations needed by the young are wearying.

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!

You have been chosen, and you must therefore use such strength and heart and wits as you have.