May the hair on your toes never fall out!
J. R. R. TOLKIENI am glad you are here with me. Here at the end of all things, Sam.
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There is more in you of good than you know, child of the kindly West. Some courage and some wisdom, blended in measure. If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.
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Then Merry heard of all sounds in that hour the strangest. It seemed that Dernhelm laughed, and the clear voice was like the ring of steel. But no living man am I!
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May the wind under your wings bear you where the sun sails and the moon walks.
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It does not do to leave a live dragon out of your calculations, if you live near him.
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I am he that buries his friends alive and drowns them and draws them alive again from the water. I came from the end of a bag, but no bag went over me.
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Come, Mr. Frodo!’ he cried. ‘I can’t carry it for you, but I can carry you.
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It is not despair, for despair is only for those who see the end beyond all doubt. We do not.
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And he took her in his arms and kissed her under the sunlit sky, and he cared not that they stood high upon the walls in the sight of many.
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In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.
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End? No, the journey doesn’t end here. Death is just another path. One that we all must take.
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I come from under the hill, and under the hills and over the hills my paths led. And through the air, I am he that walks unseen.
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Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens.
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Yes, I am here. And you are lucky to be here too after all the absurd things you’ve done since you left home.
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I wished to be loved by another,’ [Éowyn] answered. ‘But I desire no man’s pity.
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The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater.
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