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

Tears unnumbered ye shall shed.

I feel thin, sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread.

I shall claim full amends for every fall and stubbed toe, if you do not lead us well.

And thou, Melkor, shalt see that no theme may be played that hath not its uttermost source in me, nor can any alter the music in my despite. For he that attempteth this shall prove but mine instrument in the devising of things more wonderful, which he himself hath not imagined.

Wraiths! Wraiths on wings!

Haldir had gone on and was now climbing to the high flet. As Frodo prepared to follow him, he laid his hand upon the tree beside the ladder: never before had he been so suddenly and so keenly aware of the feel and texture of a tree's skin and of the life within it. He felt a delight in wood and the touch of it, neither as forester nor as carpenter; it was the delight of the living tree itself.