After all, I believe that legends and myths are largely made of 'truth'.
A hunted man sometimes wearies of distrust and longs for friendship.
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
Struck by lightning! Struck by lightning!
Over the field rang his clear voice calling: ‘Death! Ride, ride to ruin and the world’s ending!
Already he was a very different hobbit from the one that had run out without a pocket-handkerchief from Bag-End long ago. He had not had a pocket-handkerchief for ages.