The Two Towers (The Lord of the Rings, #2)

by J.R.R. Tolkien

I desired to tell Master Gimli that my tale is now thirty-nine.’

‘You rascals, you woolly-footed and wool-pated truants! A fine hunt you have led us!

I am so torn between rage and joy, that if I do not burst, it will be a marvel!’

Did he say: “Hullo, Pippin! This is a pleasant surprise!”? No, indeed! He said: “Get up, you tom-fool of a Took! Where, in the name of wonder, in all this ruin is Treebeard? I want him. Quick!”

‘Yes, we will have peace,’ he said, now in a clear voice, ‘we will have peace, when you and all your works have perished

OOOO BURN DAVID

you missed your path in life. You should have been the king’s jester and earned your bread, and stripes too, by mimicking his counsellors. Ah me!’

BURNNNNNN DAVID

‘But it is a greater honour to dangle at your tail, Gandalf.

It had always been a notion of his that the kindness of dear Mr. Frodo was of such a high degree that it must imply a fair measure of blindness. Of course, he also firmly held the incompatible belief that Mr. Frodo was the wisest person in the world

Which way should he choose? And if both led to terror and death, what good lay in choice?

No onslaught more fierce was ever seen in the savage world of beasts, where some desperate small creature armed with little teeth, alone, will spring upon a tower of horn and hide that stands above its fallen mate.