Already he was a very different hobbit from the one that had run out without a pocket-handkerchief from Bag-End long ago. He had not had a pocket-handkerchief for ages.

“Through Rohan over fen and field where the long grass growsThe West Wind goes w…”

“Among the tales of sorrow and of ruin that came down to us from the darkness of…”

“A sudden understanding, a pity mixed with horror, welled up in Bilbo's heart: a…”

“But there, my friends, songs like trees bear fruit only in their own time and t…”