"Farewell, Master Burglar. Go back to your books, your fireplace. Plant your trees, watch them grow. If more of us valued home abo...

"I would draw some of the great tales in fullness, and leave many only placed in the scheme, and sketched. The cycles should be l...

Oh, misty eye of the mountain below  Keep careful watch of my brothers' souls  And should the sky be filled with fire and smo...

"In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an ...

Far over the Misty Mountains rise   Leave us standing upon the height   What was before, we see once more  Is our kingdom, a di...

"Far over the Misty Mountains cold, To dungeons deep and caverns old, The pines were roaring on the heights, The wind was moaning in t...