His grief he will not forget; but it will not darken his heart, it will teach him wisdom.
J. R. R. TOLKIENAnd some things that should not have been forgotten were lost. History became legend. Legend became myth. And for two and a half thousand years, the ring passed out of all knowledge.
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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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A hunted man sometimes wearies of distrust and longs for friendship.
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The whole thing is quite hopeless, so it’s no good worrying about tomorrow. It probably won’t come.
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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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Oft hope is born when all is forlorn.
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Deserves it! I daresay he does. Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgement. For even the very wise cannot see all ends.
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What does your heart tell you?
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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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It is useless to meet revenge with revenge; it will heal nothing.
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Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgement.
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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.
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What a pity that Bilbo did not stab that vile creature, when he had a chance!’
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Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens.
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There are no safe paths in this part of the world. Remember you are over the Edge of the Wild now, and in for all sorts of fun wherever you go.
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I feel thin, sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread.
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