Let him go, you filth! Let him go! You will not touch him again!

What do you fear, lady?' he asked. 'A cage,' she said.

He knew that all the hazards and perils were now drawing together to a point: the next day would be a day of doom, the day of final effort or disaster, the last gasp.

His love for Frodo rose above all other thoughts, and forgetting his peril he cried aloud: 'I'm coming Mr. Frodo!

Out of the darkness of my life, so much frustrated, I put before you the one great thing to love on earth: the Blessed Sacrament … There you will find romance, glory, honour, fidelity, and the true way of all your loves upon earth.

I wisely started with a map.

You have been chosen, and you must therefore use such strength and heart and wits as you have.