The world has changed. I see it in the water. I feel it in the Earth. I smell it in the air. Much that once was is lost, For none now live who remember it.

Let us remember that a traitor may betray himself and do good that he does not intend. It can be so, sometimes.

The way is shut. It was made by those who are Dead, and the Dead keep it, until the time comes. The way is shut.

For the less even as for the greater there is some deed that he may accomplish but once only; and in that deed his heart shall rest.

I am rather tired, and no longer young enough to pillage the night to make up for the deficit of hours in the day..." JRR Tolkien, Letter # 174

Man, Sub-creator, the refracted light through whom is splintered from a single White to many hues, and endlessly combined in living shapes that move from mind to mind. Though all the crannies of the world we filled with Elves and Goblins, though we dared to build Gods and their houses out of dark and light, and sowed the seed of dragons, 'twas our right (used or misused). The right has not decayed. We make still by the law in which we're made.

He [Bilbo] fought the real battle in the tunnel alone, before he ever saw the vast danger that lay in wait.