And that's the way of a real tale. Take any one that you're fond of. You may know, or guess, what kind of a tale it is, happy-ending or sad-ending, but the people in it don't know. And you don't want them to.

please don't cook me, kind sirs! I am a good cook myself, and cook better than I cook, if you see what I mean.

The strongest must seek a way, say you? But I say: let a ploughman plough, but choose an otter for swimming, and for running light over grass and leaf, or over snow- an Elf!

Among the tales of sorrow and of ruin that came down to us from the darkness of those days there are yet some in which amid weeping there is joy and under the shadow of death light that endures. And of these histories most fair still in the ears of the Elves is the tale of Beren and Lúthien

There is no ship now that can bear me hence

I'm going on an adventure!

Thief, thief, thief! Baggins! We hates it, we hates it, we hates it forever!