He [Bilbo] fought the real battle in the tunnel alone, before he ever saw the vast danger that lay in wait.

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

We are plain quiet folk and have no use for adventures. Nasty disturbing uncomfortable things! Make you late for dinner!

There is no curse in Elvish, Entish or the tongues of Men for this treachery!

The wide world is all about you: you can fence yourselves in, but you cannot for ever fence it out.

For still there are so many things that I have never seen: in every wood in every spring there is a different green.

Stand by the grey stone when the thrush knocks, and the setting sun with the last light of Durin’s Day will shine upon the key-hole.