And long there he lay, an image of the splendour of the Kings of Men in glory undimmed before the breaking of the world.

For a while they stood there, like men on the edge of a sleep where nightmare lurks, holding it off, though they know that they can only come to morning through the shadows.

It is mine to give to whom I will, like my heart.

Faerie is a perilous land, and in it are pitfalls for the unwary, and dungeons for the overbold.

Fool of a Took!" he growled. "This is a serious journey, not a hobbit walking-party. Throw yourself in next time, and then you will be no further nuisance.

When Mr. Bilbo Baggins of Bag End announced that he would shortly be celebrating his eleventy-first birthday with a party of special magnificence, there was much talk and excitement in Hobbiton.

I feel thin, sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread.