The Fellowship of the Ring (The Lord of the Rings, #1)

by J.R.R. Tolkien

don’t know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve.

Yes, sooner or later – later, if he is strong or well-meaning to begin with, but neither strength nor good purpose will last – sooner or later the Dark Power will devour him.’

One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them, One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them.

‘I wish it need not have happened in my time,’ said Frodo. ‘So do I,’ said Gandalf, ‘and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.

‘But the Ring was lost. It fell into the Great River, Anduin, and vanished.

Aragorn, the greatest traveller and huntsman of this age of the world.

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.

‘There is only one way: to find the Cracks of Doom in the depths of Orodruin, the Fire-mountain, and cast the Ring in there, if you really wish to destroy it, to put it beyond the grasp of the Enemy for ever.’

The wide world is all about you: you can fence yourselves in, but you cannot for ever fence it out.’

‘Courage is found in unlikely places,’ said Gildor. ‘Be of good hope! Sleep now!

‘I don’t like this great big tree. I don’t trust it. Hark at it singing about sleep now! This won’t do at all!’

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

‘Gil-galad was the last of the great Elf-kings of Middle-earth. Gil-galad is Starlight in their tongue.

‘That is a song,’ he said, ‘in the mode that is called ann-thennath among the Elves,

His Ring was lost but not unmade. The Dark Tower was broken, but its foundations were not removed; for they were made with the power of the Ring, and while it remains they will endure.

One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them, One Ring to bring them all and in the Darkness bind them.

in the midst of that valley is a tower of stone called Orthanc.

‘Then what do the dwarves want to come back for?’ asked Sam. ‘For mithril,’ answered Gandalf.

For here alone in the world was found Moria-silver, or true-silver as some have called it: mithril is the Elvish name. The Dwarves have a name which they do not tell. Its worth was ten times that of gold, and now it is beyond price;

This is Nenya, the Ring of Adamant, and I am its keeper.

He heard himself crying out: Never, never! Or was it: Verily I come, I come to you? He could not tell. Then as a flash from some other point of power there came to his mind another thought: Take it off! Take it off! Fool, take it off! Take off the Ring!