What food have we got left? Let me see.
‘There, peeping among the cloud-wrack above a dark tor high up in the mountains, Sam saw a white star twinkle for a while. The beauty of it smote his heart, as he looked up out of the forsaken land, and hope returned to him. For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach.’
the fellowship + first and last appearances
“Rosie Cotton dancing. She had ribbons in her hair. If ever I was to marry someone, it would’ve been her.”