And what do you wish?' he said at last. 'That what should be shall be,' she answered.

And the Ring is so heavy, Sam. I begin to see it in my mind all the time, like a great wheel of fire.

Curse us and crush us, my precious is lost!

It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass.

Trolls are slow in the uptake, and mighty suspicious about anything new to them.

In doubt a man of worth will trust to his own wisdom.

Voiceless it cries, Wingless flutters, Toothless bites, Mouthless mutters.