It is perilous to study too deeply the arts of the Enemy, for good or for ill.
We set out to save the Shire, Sam and it has been saved - but not for me.
But who knows what she spoke to the darkness, alone, in the bitter watches of the night, when all her life seemed shrinking, and the walls of her bower closing in about her, a hutch to trammel some wild thing in?
He that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom.
A year shall I endure for every day that passes until your return.
For the trouble with the real folk of Faerie is that they do not always look like what they are; and they put on the pride and beauty that we would fain wear ourselves.