The whole thing is quite hopeless, so it's no good worrying about tomorrow. It probably won't come.

Well, you have now, Sam, dear Sam,' said Frodo, and he lay back in Sam's gentle arms, closing his eyes, like a child at rest when night-fears are driven away by some loved voice or hand. Sam felt that he could sit like that in endless happiness.

Their 'magic' is Art, delivered from many of its human limitations.

A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer.

That was Thorin's style. He was an important dwarf. If he had been allowed, he would probably have gone on like this until he was out of breath, without telling anyone there anything that was not known already. But he was rudely interrupted.

He was as noble and fair in face as an elf-lord, as strong as a warrior, as wise as a wizard, as venerable as a king of dwarves, and as kind as summer.

I wished to be loved by another. But I desire no man's pity.