Above all shadows rides the sun.
Farewell! wherever you fare, till your eyries receive you at the journey’s end!
And then alas! I let the matter reset, watching and waiting only, as we have too often done.
I have an unsatisfied desire to shoot well with a bow.
Well, here at last, dear friends, on the shores of the Sea comes the end of our fellowship in Middle-earth. Go in peace! I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil.
it was easier to believe in the Dragon and less easy to believe in Thorin in these wild parts