If you find that not many of the things you asked for have come, and not perhaps quite so many as sometimes, remember that this Christmas all over the world there are a terrible number of poor and starving people.

But to Sam the evening deepened to darkness as he stood at the Haven; and as he looked at the grey sea he saw only a shadow in the waters that was soon lost in the West. There he stood far into the night, hearing only the sigh and murmur of the waves on the shores of Middle-Earth, and the sound of them sank deep into his heart.

We set out to save the Shire, Sam and it has been saved - but not for me.

A friend of mine tells that I talk in shorthand and then smudge it.

End? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path... One that we all must take.

If you're referring to the incident with the dragon, I was barely involved. All I did was give your uncle a little nudge out of the door.

You are a set of deceitful scoundrels! But bless you! I give in. I will take Gildor's advice. If the danger were not so dark, I should dance for joy. Even so, I cannot help feeling happy; happier than I have felt for a long time.