| Quote | Character | Chapter |
| 'Who are you, and what are you doing in this land?' | |
| 'Hullo Sam! Where've you been?' | |
| 'Rest while you can little fool!' | |
| 'Is there anyone in this rout with authority to treat with me?' | |
| 'Hey dol! merry dol! ring a dong dillo!' | |
| 'Alas! alas! The tidings that I was sent to bring must now be told.' | |
| 'Hail, Frodo! You are abroad late. Or are you perhaps lost?' | |
| 'But it was at the coming of the Halfling that Isildur's Bane should waken, or so one must read the words.' | |
| 'He is indisposed, He is Resting' | |
| 'You'll live to regret it, young fellow! Why didn't you go too? You don't belong here; you're no Baggins-you-you're a Brandybuck!' | |
| 'A very nice well-spoken gentlehobbit is Mr.Bilbo, as I've always said,' | |
| 'I am very fond indeed of it, and of all the dear old Shire; but I think I need a holiday' | |
| 'Greetings! Where do you come from? You are a stranger in the city!' | |
| 'Come not between the Nazgul and his prey! Or he will not slay thee in thy turn.' | |
| 'Has he gone?' | |
| 'Awake little master! Now at last the hour has come that you have wished for, Frodo.' | |
| 'Ach, sss! Cautious, my precious! More haste less speed. We musstn't rissk our neck, musst we , precious?' | |
| 'Nay, there was no change of counsel.' | |
| 'I greet you, and maybe you look for welcome. But truth to tell your welcome is doubtful here, Master Gandalf.' | |
| 'You are Peregrin the Halfling? I am told that you have been sworn to the service of the Lord and of the City. Welcome!' | |
| 'Do you wonder at that, Ring-bearer? For you know the power of that thing which is now destroyed; and all that was done by that power is now passing away.' | |
| 'Alas! if he should die. Would that there were kings in Gondor, as there were once upon a time, they say!' | |
| | Quote | Character | Chapter |
| 'I am the Doorward of Theoden.' | |
| 'Well? Why must you disturb my rest? Will you give me no peace at all by night or day?' | |
| 'Hail Aragorn son of Arathorn!' | |
| 'Dark indeed is the hour, and at such times you are wont to come, Mithrandir.' | |
| 'You speak justly, lord. It is not yet five days since the bitter tidings came that Theodred your son was slain upon the West marches: your right hand, Second Marshal of the Mark.' | |
| 'Run away now! You'll get plenty when the time comes!' | |
| 'Queer things you do hear these days, to be sure,' | |
| 'Almost felt you liked the Forest! That's good! That's uncommonly kind of you!' | |
| 'But that can only mean going into the Old Forest. ' | |
| 'Give me leave, Master Elrond, first to say more of Gondor, for verily from the land of Gondor I am come.' | |
| 'Ha, hmm, my friends, let us go for a walk!' | |
| 'I bring word to you from my father: The days are short, if thou art in haste, remember the Paths of the Dead.' | |
| 'Welcome! We seldom use any tongue but our own; for we dwell now in the heart of the forest, and do not willingly have dealings with any other folk.' | |
| 'Half a minute, if you please!' | |
| 'Sit now beside my chair, Frodo of the Shire! When all have come we will speak together.' | |
| 'No, you don't, Sam!' | |
| 'Hail, and well met at last!' | |
| 'I am called Strider. I am very please to meet you, Master-Underhill, if old Butterbur got your name right.' | |
| 'What burden do you bear, Men of Rohan?' | |
| 'Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens.' | |
| 'Now let the song begin! Let us sing together!' | |
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