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.

For you do not yet know the strengths of your hearts, and you cannot foresee what each may meet on the road.

Above all shadows rides the sun.

Among the tales of sorrow and of ruin that came down to us from the darkness of those days there are yet some in which amid weeping there is joy and under the shadow of death light that endures. And of these histories most fair still in the ears of the Elves is the tale of Beren and Lúthien

Where there are so many, all speech becomes a debate without end. But two together may perhaps find wisdom.

I don't feel any guilt complex about The Lord of the Rings.