"Be he foe or friend, be he foul or clean, Brood of Morgoth, or Bright Vala, Elda or Maia or Aftercomer, Man yet unborn upon Middle-earth, Neither law, nor love, nor league of swords, dread, nor danger, not doom Itself shall defend him from Feanor and Feanor's kin whoso hideth or hordeth, or in hand taketh, finding keepeth, or afar casteth a Silmaril. This swear we all: Death we will deal him ere day's ending. Woe unto the world's end! Our words hesar thou, Eru Allfather! To the everlasting Darkness doom us if our deed faileth. On the holy mountian hear in witness and our vow remember Manwe and Varda! |
"Strider" I am to one fat man who lives within a day's march of foes that would freeze his heart, or lay his little town in ruin, if he were not guarded ceaselessly. Yet we would not have it otherwise. If simple folk are free from care and fear, simple they will be, and we must be secret to keep them so. |
"There are many powers in the world, for good or for eveil. Some are greater than I am. Against some I have not yet been measured. But my time is coming." Gandalf the Grey. |
'What do you fear my lady?' 'A cage. To stay behind bars until use and old age accept them and all chance of valor has gone beyond beyond recall or desire.' |
...in doubt a man of worth will trust to his own wisdom. |
...to crooked eyes truth may wear a wry face. |
A box without hinges, key, or lid, yet golden treasure inside is hid. |
A fool, but an honest fool, you remain, Peregrin Took. Wiser ones migth have done worse in such a pass. But mark this! You have been saved, and all your friends too, mainly by good fortune, as it is called. |
A new road or a secret gate. |
A star shone at the hour of our meeting. |
Advice is a dangerous gift, even to the wise from the wise, and all courses may run ill. |
All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, a light from the shadows shall spring; renenwed shall be blade that was broken, the crownless again shall be king. |
All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, a light from the shadows shall spring; renenwed shall be blade that was broken, the crownless again shall be king. |
All that is gold does not glitter; not all those that wander are lost. |
All your words are but to say you are a woman, and your part is in the house. But when the men have died in battle and honour, you have leave to be burned in the house, for the men will need it no more. But I am of the house of Erol and not a serving woman. I can ride and weild blade, and I do not fear either pain or death. |