Your lullaby would waken a drunken goblin!

Middle-earth is our world. I have (of course) placed the action in a purely imaginary (though not wholly impossible) period of antiquity, in which the shape of the continental masses was different.

It is useless to meet revenge with revenge; it will heal nothing.

Shall we mourn here deedless forever a shadow-folk mist-haunting dropping vain tears in the thankless sea

You may not like my burglar, but please don't damage him.

I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.

Pay heed to the tales of old wives. It may well be that they alone keep in memory what it was once needful for the wise to know.