Frodo drew himself up, and again Sam was startled by his words and his stern voice. 'On the Precious? How dare you?' he said. 'Think! Would you commit your promise to that, Smeagol? It will hold you. But it is more treacherous than you are. It may twist your words. Beware!

It is not despair, for despair is only for those who see the end beyond all doubt. We do not.

I'm going on an adventure!

We don't want any adventures here! You might try over the Hill or Across the Water.

Old Tom Bombadil is a merry fellow, Bright blue his jacket is, and his boots are yellow. None has ever caught him yet, for Tom, he is the Master: His songs are stronger songs, and his feet are faster.

Is it nice, my preciousss? Is it juicy? Is it scrumptiously crunchable?

A few melancholy birds were pipping and wailing, until the round red sun sank slowly into the western shadows; then an empty silence fell