"I should like to save the Shire, if I could - though there have been times when I thought the inhabitants too stupid and dull for words, and have felt that an earthquake or an invasion of dragons might be good for them. But I don't feel like that now. I feel that as long as the Shire lies behind, safe and comfortable, I shall find wandering more bearable: I shall know that somewhere there is a firm foothold, even if my feet cannot stand there again."

carrying the world around his neck

"I see no hope of it now. But I've got to do the best I can."

amazonianpride:

ninefingered:

“I think a bit of caution might be the wisest form of attack, if you mind me speaking, Miss.” 

"I always exercise great caution when beheading my foes, young one. And on the topic of your stature.. A dwarf? No, less rugged. A hobbit? What a glorious day to meet one of your kind!”

“You know of my people? I do not think I count so much as young, as I have slipped past my tweens, and am now fifty. Although it all compares to your age, Miss. It is by my experience that charging a foe, no matter what strength great Men of Old or great Elves possess does not necessarily mean victory without a proper strategy. Forgive me, I only think that we should not underestimate these scientists.”

He was a bit delighted that she knew of his kind however.

“How..how did you know I was a hobbit?”