Far, far below the deepest delvings of the dwarves, the world is gnawed by nameless things.
J. R. R. TolkienSplendid! They used to go up like great lilies and snapdragons and laburnums of fire and hang in the twilight all evening!
J. R. R. TolkienIf you mean you think it is my job to go into the secret passage first, O Thorin Thrainโs son Oakenshield, may your beard grow ever longer,โ he said crossly, โsay so at once and have done!
J. R. R. TolkienBeing a cheerful hobbit, he had not needed hope, as long as despair could be postponed. (Of Sam)
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