Hinder me? Thou fool. No living man may hinder me!" “But no living man am I!

I am rather tired, and no longer young enough to pillage the night to make up for the deficit of hours in the day..." JRR Tolkien, Letter # 174

Bilbo lay with his eyes shut, gasping an taking pleasure in the feel of the fresh air again, and hardly noticing the excitement of the dwarves, or how they praised him and patted him on the back and put themseves and all their families for generations to come at his service.

You aren't nearly through this adventure yet.

Ultimately we've only got humanity to work with. It's only clay we've got.

I threw down my enemy, and he fell from the high place and broke the mountain-side where he smote it in his ruin.

Elen sila lumenn' omentielvo, a star shines on the hour of our meeting.