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

It never does to leave a live Dragon out of the equation.

The world was fair, the mountains tall In Elder Days before the fall.

I don't know, and I would rather not guess.

Tell me, who are you, alone, yourself and nameless?

There is no ship now that can bear me hence

Is it nice, my preciousss? Is it juicy? Is it scrumptiously crunchable?