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

And still Meriadoc the hobbit stood there blinking through his tears, and no one spoke to him, indeed none seemed to heed him. He brushed away the tears, and stooped to pick up the green shield that Eowyn had given him, and he slung it at his back. Then he looked for his sword that he had let fall; for even as he struck his blow his arm was numbed, and now he could only use his left hand.

Moonlight drowns out all but the brightest stars.

Let us remember that a traitor may betray himself and do good that he does not intend. It can be so, sometimes.

I am in fact, a hobbit in all but size

No dragon can resist the fascination of riddling talk and of wasting time trying to understand it.

And it is not always good to be healed in body. Nor is it always evil to die in battle, even in bitter pain. Were I permitted, in this dark hour I would choose the latter.