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

Elen sila lumenn' omentielvo, a star shines on the hour of our meeting.

It would be the death of you to come with me, Sam," said Frodo, "and I could not have borne that." "Not as certain as being left behind," said Sam. "But I am going to Mordor." "I know that well enough, Mr. Frodo. Of course you are. And I'm coming with you.

Escaping goblins to be caught by wolves!” he said, and it became a proverb, though we now say ‘out of the frying-pan into the fire’ in the same sort of uncomfortable situations.

It is mine, I tell you. My own. My precious. Yes, my precious.

Many are the strange chances of the world, and help oft shall come from the hands of the weak when the Wise falter.

The world changes, and all that once was strong now proves unsure.