Time doesn't seem to pass here: it just is..

But who knows what she spoke to the darkness, alone, in the bitter watches of the night, when all her life seemed shrinking, and the walls of her bow….

Then Frodo came forward and took the crown from Faramir and bore it to Gandalf; and Aragorn knelt, and Gandalf set the White Crown upon his head and ….

It simply isn't an adventure worth telling if there aren't any dragons..

Fantasy (in this sense) is, I think, not a lower but a higher form of Art, indeed the most nearly pure form, and so (when achieved) the most potent..

My friend, you had horses, and deed of arms, and the free fields; but she, being born in the body of a maid, had a spirit and courage at least the ma….

Elvish singing is not a thing to miss, in June under the stars, not if you care for such things..

Faërie contains many things besides elves and fays, and besides dwarfs, witches, trolls, giants, or dragons; it holds the seas, the sun, the moon, th….

So, though there was still some store of weapons in the Shire, these were used mostly as trophies, hanging above hearths or on walls, or gathered int….

At my age I'm exactly the kind of person who has lived through one of the most quickly changing periods known to history. Surely there could never be….

My political opinions lean more and more to Anarchy (philosophically understood, meaning abolition of control not whiskered men with bombs)..

Then hope unlooked-for came so suddenly to Eomer's heart, and with it the bite of care and fear renewed, that he said no more, but turned and went sw….

He loved mountains, or he had loved the thought of them marching on the edge of stories brought from far away; but now he was borne down by the insup….

Torment in the dark was the danger that I feared, and it did not hold me back. But I would not have come, had I known the danger of light and joy. No….

The woman turned and went slowly into the house. As she passed the doors she turned and looked back. Grave and thoughtful was her glance, as she look….

Why must you speak your thoughts? Silence, if fair words stick in your throat, would serve all our ends better..

There was a fire in the wide hearth before them, and it was burning with a sweet smell, as if it were built of apple-wood..

So fair, so cold; like a morning of pale spring still clinging to winter's chill..

It is useless to meet revenge with revenge; it will heal nothing..

So it ends as I guessed it would,' his thoughts said, even as it fluttered away; and it laughed a little within him ere it fled, almost gay it seemed….

He stands not alone. You would die before your stroke fell..