Who cannot understand your silence, cannot understand your words.

From the ashes, a fire shall be woken, a light from the shadows shall spring.

Still round the corner there may wait, A new road or a secret gate.

The treacherous are always distrustful.

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

Hold your ground, hold your ground! Sons of Gondor, of Rohan, my brothers! I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me. A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day.

Farewell, they cried, 'Wherever you fare till your eyries receive you at the journey's end!' That is the polite thing to say among eagles.

Farewell... my brave Hobbits. My work is now finished. Here at last, on the shores of the sea... comes the end of our Fellowship. I will not say, Do not weep... not all tears are an evil.

I'm wasted on cross-country! We Dwarves are natural sprinters, very dangerous over short distances.

The wind went on from West to East; / All movement in the forest ceased / But shrill and harsh across the marsh / Its whistling voices were released