Of all the things that men may heed 'Tis most of love they sing indeed.

The realm of Suaron is ended!' said Gandalf. 'The Ring-bearer has fulfilled his Quest

All shall love me and despair.

To whatever end. Where is the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? They have passed like rain on the mountains. Like wind in the meadow. The days have gone down in the west. Behind the hills, into shadow. How did it come to this?

Hobbits delighted in such things, if they were accurate; they liked to have books filled with things that they already knew, set out fair and square with no contradictions.

That was the most awkward Wednesday he ever remembered.

We meet again, at the turn of the tide. A great storm is coming, but the tide has turned.