The Dark Lord has Nine. But we have One, mightier than they: the White Rider. He has passed through the fire and the abyss, and they shall fear him. We will go where he leads.

The whole thing is quite hopeless, so it's no good worrying about tomorrow. It probably won't come.

What do you fear, lady?" [Aragorn] asked. "A cage," [Éowyn] said. "To stay behind bars, until use and old age accept them, and all chance of doing great deeds is gone beyond recall or desire.

We don't want any adventures here! You might try over the Hill or Across the Water.

Farewell, and may the blessing of Elves and Men and all Free Folk go with you. May the stars shine upon your faces!

And now leave me in peace for a bit! I don't want to answer a string of questions while I am eating. I want to think!" "Good Heavens!" said Pippin. "At breakfast?

A safe fairyland is untrue to all worlds.