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And here he was, a little halfling from the Shire, a simple hobbit of the quiet countryside, expected to find a way where the great ones could not go, or dared not go. It was an evil fate.

As they sang the hobbit felt in love of beautiful things made by hands and by cunning and by magic moving through him, a fierce and a jealous love, the desire of the hearts of dwarves.

For the rest, they shall represent the other Free Peoples of the World: Elves, Dwarves, and Men, Legolas shall be for the Elves; and Gimli son of Gloin for the Dwarves. They are willing to go at least to the passes of the Mountains, and maybe beyond. For Men you shall have Aragorn son of Arathorn, for the Ring of Isildur concerns him closely

Against delay. Against the way that seems easier. Against refusal of the burden that is laid on me. Against - well, if it must be said, against trust in the strength and truth of Men.

At that moment there was a knock on the door, and Sam came in. He ran to Frodo and took his left hand, awkwardly and shyly. He stroked it gently and then he blushed and turned hastily away.

I thought all the trees were whispering to each other, passing news and plots along in an unintelligible language; and the branches swayed and groped without any wind. They do say the trees do actually move, and can surround strangers and hem them.

Slowly the lights of the torches in front of Merry flicked and went out, and he was walking in a darkness; and he thought: __his is a tunnel leading to a tomb; there we shall stay forever._ But suddenly into his dream there fell a living voice. __ell, Merry! Thank goodness I have found you!_ He looked up and the mist before his eyes cleared a little. There was Pippin! They were face to face in a narrow lane, but for themselves it was empty. He rubbed his eyes. __here is the king?_ He said. __nd Eowyn?_ Then he stumbled and sat down on a doorstep and began to weep again. __hey must have gone up into the Citadel,_ said Pippin. __ think you must have fallen asleep on your feet and taken the wrong turning. When we found out you were not with them, Gandalf sent me to look for you. Poor old Merry! How glad I am to see you again! But you are worn out, and I won__ bother you with any talk. But tell me, are you hurt, or wounded?_ __o,_ said Merry. __ell, no, I don__ think so. But I can__ use my right arm, Pippin, not since I stabbed him. And my sword burned away like a piece of wood._ Pippin__ face was anxious. __ell, you had better come with me as quick as you can,_ he said. __ wish I could carry you. You aren__ fit to walk any further. They shouldn__ have let you walk at all; but you must forgive them. So many dreadful things have happened in the City, Merry, that one poor hobbit coming in from battle is easily overlooked._ __t__ not always a misfortune being overlooked,_ said Merry. __ was overlooked just now by__o, no, I can__ speak of it. Help me, Pippin! It__ all going dark again, and my arm is so cold._ __ean on me, Merry lad!_ said Pippin. __ome now. Foot by foot. It__ not far._ __re you going to bury me?_ said Merry. __o, indeed!_ said Pippin, trying to sound cheerful, though his heart was wrung with fear and pity. __o, we are going to the Houses of Healing.

A light like the glint of water on dewy grass flashed from under her feet as she danced.

Human stories are practically always about one thing, really, aren't they? Death. The inevitability of death. . .. . . (quoting an obituary) 'There is no such thing as a natural death. Nothing that ever happens to man is natural, since his presence calls the whole world into question. All men must die, but for every man his death is an accident, and even if he knows it he would sense to it an unjustifiable violation.' Well, you may agree with the words or not, but those are the key spring of The Lord Of The Rings

Frodo! Mr. Frodo, my dear!' cried Sam, tears almost blinding him. 'It's Sam, I've come!' He half lifted his master and hugged him to his breast.

Hullo!_ said Merry. __o that__ what is bothering you? Now, Pippin my lad, don__ forget Gildor__ saying__he one Sam used to quote: Do not meddle in the affairs of Wizards, for they are subtle and quick to anger._ __ut our whole life for months has been one long meddling in the affairs of Wizards,_ said Pippin. __ should like a bit of information as well as danger. I should like a look at that ball._ __o to sleep!_ said Merry. __ou__l get information enough, sooner or later. My dear Pippin, no Took ever beat a Brandybuck for inquisitiveness; but is it this time, I ask you?_ __ll right! What__ the harm in my telling you what I should like: a look at that stone? I know I can__ have it, with old Gandalf sitting on it, like a hen on an egg. But it doesn__ help much to get no more from you than a you-can__-have-it-so-go-to-sleep!_ __ell, what else could I say?_ said Merry. ____ sorry, Pippin, but you really must wait till the morning. I__l be as curious as you like after breakfast, and I__l help you in any way I can at wizard-wheedling. But I can__ keep awake any longer. If I yawn any more, I shall split at the ears. Good night!

Sleepiness seemed to be creeping out of the ground and up their legs, and falling softly out of the air upon theirheads and eyes.

What did I tell you? Something's happening!' cried Sam. '"The war's going well," said Shagrat; but Gorbag he wasn't so sure. And he was right there too. Things are looking up, Mr. Frodo. haven't you got some hope now?''Well, no, not much, Sam,' Frodo sighed. 'That's away beyond the mountains. We're going east not west. And I'm so tired. And the Ring is so heavy, Sam. And I begin to see it in my mind all the time, like a great wheel of fire.

I am at home among trees.

This is surely the most significant of the elements that Tolkien brought to fantasy.... his arranged marriage between the Elder Edda and "The Wind in the Willows"--big Icelandic romance and small-scale, cozy English children's book. The story told by "The Lord of the Rings" is essentially what would happen if Mole and Ratty got drafted into the Nibelungenlied.

it is horrible being all alone.

All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost.