It's the job that's never started as takes longest to finish.

Ónen i-estel edain, ú-chebin estel anim. (I gave Hope to the Dúnedain, I have kept none for myself.) (Gilraen's linnod)

I give you this toast: To the Hobbits. May they outlast the Sarumans and see spring again in the trees.

Ho! Ho! Ho! To the bottle I go To heal my heart and drown my woe Rain may fall, and wind may blow And many miles be still to go But under a tall tree will I lie And let the clouds go sailing by

I look East, West, North, South, and I do not see Sauron; but I see that Saruman has many descendants. We Hobbits have against them no magic weapons. Yet, my gentlehobbits, I give you this toast: To the Hobbits. May they outlast the Sarumans and see spring again in the trees.

You aren't nearly through this adventure yet.

Truly songs and tales fall utterly short of the reality, O Smaug the Chiefest and greatest of Calamities.