I have an unsatisfied desire to shoot well with a bow.

There was a fire in the wide hearth before them, and it was burning with a sweet smell, as if it were built of apple-wood.

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

Look, up at the sky. There is a light, a beauty up there, that no shadow can touch

But Sauron was not of mortal flesh, and though he was robbed now of that shape in which had wrought so great an evil, so that he could never again appear fair to the eyes of Men, yet his spirit arose out of the deep and passed as a shadow and a black wind over the sea, and came back to Middle-earth and to Mordor that was his home. There he took up again his great Ring in Barad-dur, and dwelt there, dark and silent, until he wrought himself a new guise, an image of malice and hatred made visible; and the Eye of Sauron the Terrible few could endure.

Time doesn't seem to pass here: it just is.

The treacherous are ever distrustful.