But it seems that the wind is setting East, and the withering of all Woods may be drawing near.

Praise from the praise-worthy is beyond all rewards.

This is a story of how a Baggins had an adventure, and found himself doing and saying things altogether unexpected.

Fantasy remains a human right: we make in our measure and in our derivative mode, because we are made: and not only made, but made in the image and likeness of a Maker.

It is not our part to master all the tides of the world, but to do what is in us for the succour of those years wherein we are set, uprooting the evil in the fields that we know, so that those who live after may have clean earth to till. What weather they shall have is not ours to rule.

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.

It is mine, I tell you. My own. My precious. Yes, my precious.