...present and yet remote, a living vision of that which has already been left far behind by the flowing streams of Time.

I do not know how long he kept on like this, hating to go on, not daring to stop, on, on, until he was tireder than tired. It seemed like all the way to tomorrow and over it to the days beyond.

This is a story of how a Baggins had an adventure, and found himself doing and saying things altogether unexpected.

No dragon can resist the fascination of riddling talk and of wasting time trying to understand it.

Seldom will Orcs journey in the open under the sun, yet these have done so,’ said Legolas. 'Certainly they will not rest by night.

I look foul and feel fair.

It was after tea-time; it was pouring with rain, and had been all day; his hood was dripping into his eyes, his cloak was full of water; the pony was tired and stumbled on stones; the others were too grumpy to talk.

The Lord of the Ringwraiths had met his doom.

Knowing the truth about the vanishing did not lessen their opinion of Bilbo at all; for they saw that he had some wits, as well as luck and a magic ring—and all three are very useful possessions.

There indeed lay Thorin Oakenshield, wounded with many wounds...