I've always been impressed that we are here, surviving, because of the indomitable courage of quite small people against impossible odds.

Then Aragorn was abashed, for he saw the elven-light in her eyes and the wisdom of many days; yet from that hour he loved Arwen Undómiel daughter of Elrond.

Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens.

Don't adventures ever have an end? I suppose not. Someone else always has to carry on on the story.

If you sit on the doorstep long enough, I daresay you will think of something

O Elbereth! Gilthoniel! We still remember, we who dwell In this far land beneath the trees. Thy starlight on the Western Seas.

Hobbits delighted in such things, if they were accurate; they liked to have books filled with things that they already knew, set out fair and square with no contradictions.