But I must admit.' he added with a queer laugh, 'that I hoped you would take me for my own sake. A hunted man sometimes wearies of distrust and longs for friendship. But there, I believe my looks are against me.

Alas! An ill fate is on me this day, and all that I do goes amiss!

And she answered: 'All your words are but to say: you are a woman, and your part is in the house. But when the men have died in battle and honour, you leave to be burned in the house, for the men will need it no more. But I am of the House of Eorl and not a serving-woman. I can ride and wield blade, and I do not fear either pain or death.''What do you fear, lady?' he asked.'A cage,' she said.

... I regard the tale of Arwen and Aragorn as the most important of the Appendices [in Lord of The Rings]; it is part of the essential story, and is only placed so, because it could not be worked into the main narrative without destroying its structure ...[From letter 181]

There was a lot more to that song,' said Sam, 'all about Mordor. I didn’t learn that part, it gave me the shivers. I never thought I should be going that was myself!' 'Going to Mordor!” Cried Pippin. 'I hope it won’t come to that!' 'Do not speak that name so loudly!' said Strider

Trolls do not build.

I’ve more need of thoughts than of sleep.

Suddenly Bilbo looked up. ‘Ah, there you are at last, Dunadan!’ he cried... ‘Where have you been, my friend? Why weren’t you at the feast? The Lady Arwen was there.’Strider looked down at Bilbo gravely. ‘I know,’ he said. ‘But often I must put mirth aside...

Sir Richard Francis Burton was a cross between Indiana Jones and Captain Jack Sparrow, with perhaps a little piece of the warrior-poet Aragorn from Lord of the Rings thrown in for good measure. Or maybe I should rephrase that; all these swashbuckling film heroes, including probably John Rambo, may well have been loosely based on Burton and his life

I would have followed you. My brother. My captain. My king.