Us Hobbits can bring you ‘there and back again’ over and over and over again.
TREE?! I am no tree. I am your future.
This is no trinket I carry.
There are no words in Elvish, Entish, or the tongues of men to express how much I love you.
The fires of Mount Doom aren’t nearly as hot as you are.
That aromatic scent is my manflesh.
Say girl, looks like meats back on the menu.
Sauron’s gonna be after me because he knows I’ve found the one.
No, thats not an Oliphaunt in my pants, but thanks for noticing.
My staff is even bigger than Gandalf’s.