Полная история Средиземья

Третий раз за всё платит.
("Хоббит")

Неразумно смеяться над живым драконом!
("Хоббит")

Он был далеко не тот хоббит, который выбежал когда-то без носового платка из Бэг-Энда. Он обходился без платка уже целую вечность.
("Хоббит")

The wide world is all about you: you can fence yourselves in, but you cannot for ever fence it out.

"They are sailing, sailing, sailing over the Sea, they are going into the West and leaving us," said Sam, half chanting the words, shaking his head sadly and solemnly.

Власть и богатство нуменорцев тем не менее продолжали возрастать, но продолжительность их жизни уменьшилась, страх перед смертью вырос, а радость ушла из их глаз.

“What a lot of things you do use Good morning for!”

Раздался шумный всплеск и крик Фродо:"Эй , ты!"Похоже,Пин ухитрился чуть не разом выплеснуть на себя и на пол весь свой огромный ушат.
Мерри подошёл к дверям.

• Ну вы , грязнули! - позвал он. - Как насчёт поужинать и хлебнуть пивка?

• Ничего себе! - воскликнул он.На полу можно было плавать. - Это вы, голубчик Перегрин , натворили? Всё вытрите досуха - а не поспеете к ужину, значит такая ваша судьба

Всякий совет к разуму хорош, а любой путь может обернуться бедой.

But she chose mortality, and to die from the world, so that she might follow him; and it is sung that they met again beyond the Sundering Seas, and after a brief time walking alive once more in the green woods, together they passed, long ago, beyond the confines of this world.

Tinúviel was dancing there
To music of a pipe unseen,
And light of stars was in her hair,
And in her raiment glimmering.

But odd things may happen to people that have such treasures — if they use them.

‘It is mine, I tell you. My own. My Precious. Yes, my Precious.’

Hobbits give presents to other people on their own birthdays. Not very expensive ones, as a rule, and not so lavishly as on this occasion; but it was not a bad system. Actually in Hobbiton and Bywater every day in the year was somebody’s birthday, so that every hobbit in those parts had a fair chance of at least one present at least once a week. But they never got tired of them.

That was Gandalf’s mark, of course, and the old man was Gandalf the Wizard, whose fame in the Shire was due mainly to his skill with fires, smokes, and lights. His real business was far more difficult and dangerous, but the Shire-folk knew nothing about it. To them he was just one of the ‘attractions’ at the Party.

An old man was driving it all alone. He wore a tall pointed blue hat, a long grey cloak, and a silver scarf. He had a long white beard and bushy eyebrows that stuck out beyond the brim of his hat.