The greatest adventure is what lies ahead

I cordially dislike allegory in all its manifestations.

Arise now, arise, Riders of Théoden! Dire deeds awake, dark is it eastward. Let horse be bridled, horn be sounded! Forth Eorlingas!

Every writer making a secondary world wishes in some measure to be a real maker, or hopes that he is drawing on reality: hopes that the peculiar quality of this secondary world (if not all the details) are derived from Reality, or are flowing into it.

Tomorrow we may come this way, And take the hidden paths that run Towards the Moon or to the Sun

Bilbo saw that the moment had come when he must do something.

Gandalf! I thought you were dead! But then I thought I was dead myself. Is everything sad going to come untrue? What's happened to the world?