Their 'magic' is Art, delivered from many of its human limitations.

To be a cult figure in one's own lifetime is most unpleasant.

I sang of leaves, of leaves of gold, and leaves of gold there grew.

Of course, it is likely enough, my friends,' he said slowly, 'likely enough that we are going to our doom: the last march of the Ents. But if we stayed home and did nothing, doom would find us anyway, sooner or later. That thought has long been growing in our hearts; and that is why we are marching now. It was not a hasty resolve. Now at least the last march of the Ents may be worth a song.

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

Don't leave me here alone! It's your Sam calling. Don't go where I can't follow! Wake up, Mr. Frodo!

For some time I lived in fear of receiving a letter signed 'S. Gollum'. That would have been more difficult to deal with.