There cannot be any 'story' without a fall - all stories are ultimately about the fall - at least not for human minds as we know them and have them.

We are plain quiet folk, and I have no use for adventures. Nasty, disturbing, and uncomfortable things.

If this nice friendliness would spread about in Mordor, half our trouble would be over.

He was kindhearted, in a way. You know the sort of kind heart: it made him uncomfortable more often than it made him do anything; and even when he did anything, it did not prevent him from grumbling, losing his temper and swearing (mostly to himself).

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

Where there are so many, all speech becomes a debate without end. But two together may perhaps find wisdom.

Come, Mr. Frodo!' he cried. 'I can't carry it for you, but I can carry you and it as well. So up you get! Come on, Mr. Frodo dear! Sam will give you a ride. Just tell him where to go, and he'll go