Pay heed to the tales of old wives. It may well be that they alone keep in memory what it was once needful for the wise to know.
"There were not only many roads to choose from, there were also in places holes and pitfalls, and dark wells behind the path in which their passing feet echoed. There wew fissures and chasms in the walls and floor, and every now and then a crack would open right before their feet."
l·o·v·e [luhv] - noun
a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection,
as for a parent, child, or friend.
"Muster the Rohirrim! Assemble the army at Dunharrow, as many men as can be found. You have two days. On the third, we ride for Gondor. And war.”
They have taken the bridge, and the Second Hall. We have barred the gates, but cannot hold them for long. The ground shakes. Drums. Drums… In the deep. We cannot get out. A shadow moves in the dark. We cannot get out…
They are coming!
Sauron needs only this Ring to cover all the lands with a second darkness. He is seeking it, all his thought is bent on it. The Ring yearns to go home, to return to the hand of its Master. They are one, the Ring and the Dark Lord. Frodo, he must never find it.
We will not abandon Merry and Pippin to torment and death. Not while we have strength left. Leave all that can be spared behind. We travel light. Let’s hunt some Orc.
"But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass."