The way is shut. It was made by those who are Dead, and the Dead keep it, until the time comes. The way is shut.

Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters.

Now and again he spoke to those that served him and thanked them in their own language. They smiled at him and said laughing: 'Here is a jewel among hobbits!

You have to understand the good in things, to detect the real evil.

Tell me, who are you, alone, yourself and nameless?

I don't know, and I would rather not guess.

Moonlight drowns out all but the brightest stars.