For we put the thought of all that we love into all that we make.

“Oh! That was poetry!" said Pippin. "Do you really mean to start before the brea…”

“O! Tril-lil-lil-lollythe valley is jolly,ha! ha!-Elves of Rivendell”

“Fair lady!' said Frodo again after a while. 'Tell me, if my asking does not see…”

“Green are the leaves I leave in Mirkwood.”