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Frodo's face was peaceful, the marks of fear and care had left it; but it looked old, old and beautiful, as if the chiselling of the shaping years was now revealed in many fine lines that had before been hidden, though the identity of the face was not changed. Not that Sam Gamgee put it that way to himself. He shook his head, as if finding words useless, and murmered: 'I love him. He's like that, and sometimes it shines through, somehow. But I love him, whether or no.'

I just love that...I love the whole chapter, but that segment in particular xd

'Greetings!' said the lad. 'Where do you come from? You are a stranger in the City.'
'I was,' said Pippin; 'but they say I have become a man of Gondor.'
'Oh come!' said the lad. 'Then we are all men here. But how old are you, and what is your name? I am ten years already, and shall soon be five feet. (Quoter's note: Tall boy eek ) I am taller than you. But then my father is a Guard, one of the tallest. What is your father?'
'Which question should I answer first?' said Pippin. 'My father farms in the lands round Whitwell near Tuckborough in the Shire. I am nearly twenty-nine, so I pass you there; though I am but four feet, and not likely to grow anymore, save sideways'

Ooh, yay! Book's right here!


I don't feel like typing much, but the rest of it's good too. That was Bergil talking to Pippin, in Return of the King, book V, chapter one, pg.29.

But Eomer said to them:

Mourn not overmuch! Mighty was the fallen,
meet was his ending. When his mound is raised
women then shall weep. War now calls us!

Yet he himself wept as he spoke. "let his knights remain here," he said, "and bear his body in honour from the field, lest the battle ride over it! Yea, and all those other of the king's men that lie here.' And he looked at the slain, recalling their names. Then suddenly he beheld his sister Eowyn as she law, and he knew her. He stood a moment as a man who is pierced in the midts of a cry by an arrow through the heart, and then his face went deathly white, and a cold fury rose in him, so that all speech failed him for a while..."

Legolas lay still, looking up at the sun and sky with steady eyes, and singing softly to himself. At last he sat up. "Come now!" He said, "Time wears on, and the mists are blowing away, or would if you strange folk did not wreath yourselves in smoke..."

But the pursuers were close behind. At the top of the bank the horse halted and turned about neighing fiercely. There were Nine Riders at the water's edge below, and Frodo's spirit quailed before the threat of their uplifted faces. He knew of nothing that would prevent them from crossing as easily as he had done; and he felt that it was useless to try to escape over the long uncertain path from the Ford to the edge of Rivendell, if once the Riders crossed. In any case he felt that he was commanded urgently to halt. Hatred again stirred in him, but he had no longer the strength to refuse.
Suddenly the foremost Rider spurred his horse forward. It checked at the water and reared up. With a great effort Frodo sat upright and brandished his sword.
"Go back!" he cried. "Go back to the Land of Mordor, and follow me no more! ' His voice sounded thin and shrill in his own ears. The Riders halted, but Frodo had not the power of Bombadil. His enemies laughed at him with a harsh and chilling laughter. "Come back! Come back!" they called. "To Mordor we will take you!"
"Go back!" he whispered.
"The Ring! The Ring!" they cried with deadly voices; and immediately their leader urged his horse forward into the water, followed closely by two others.
"By Elbereth and Lúthien the Fair," said Frodo with a last effort, lifting up his sword, 'you shall have neither the Ring nor me!"

Frodo looked up at the Elf standing tall above him, as he gazed into the night, seeking a mark to shoot at. His head was dark, crowned with sharp white stars that glittered in the black pools of the sky behind. But now rising and sailing up from the South the great clouds advanced, sending out dark outriders into the starry fields. A sudden dread fell on the Company. "Elbereth Gilthoniel!" sighed Legolas as he looked up.....

..."I will climb up" said Legolas. "I am at home among trees, by root or bough, though these trees are of a kind strange to me, save as a name in song. Mellyrn they are called, and are those that bear the yellow blossom, but I have never climbed in one. I will see now what is their shape and way of growth."
"Whatever it may be," said Pippin, "They will be marvellous trees indeed if they can offer any rest at night, except to birds. I cannot sleep on a perch!"
"Then dig a hole in the ground," said Legolas, "if that is more after the fashion of your kind. But you must dig swift and deep, if you wish to hide from Orcs." He sprang lightly up from the ground and caught a branch that grew from the trunk high above his head. But even as he swung there for a moment, a voice spoke suddenly from the tree-shadows above him.
"Daro!" it said in commanding tone, and Legolas dropped back to earth in surprise and fear. He shank against the bole of the tree.
"Stand still!" he whispered to the others. "Do not move or speak!"
There was a sound of soft laughter over their heads, and then another clear voice spoke in an elven-tongue. Frodo could understand little of what was said, for the speech that the Silvan folk east of the mountains used among themselves was unlike that of the West. Legolas looked up and answered in the same language.
"Who are they, adn what do they say?" asked Merry.
"They're Elves," said Sam. "Can't you hear their voices?"
"Yes, they are Elves," said Legolas; "and they say that you breathe so loud that they could shoot you in the dark." Sam hastily put his hand over his mouth. "But they also say that you need have no fear. They have been aware of us for a long while. They heard my voice across the Nimrodel, and knew that I was one of their Northern kindred, and therefore they did not hinder our crossing; and afterwards they heard my song. Now they bid me climb up with Frodo, for they seem to have had some tidings of him and of our journey. The others they ask to wait a little, and to keep watch at the foot of the tree, until they have decided what is to be done."
Out of the shadows a ladder was let down: it was made of rope, silver-grey and glimmering in the dark, and though it looked slender it proved strong enough to bear many men. Legolas ran lightly up, and Frodo followed slowly; behind came Sam trying not to breathe loudly....