My love is like Lembas bread, one taste to get your fill.
My elf eyes only see you.
Love is never late, nor is it early. It arrives precisely when it means to.
What do you say we go back to my place an light the beacons of Gondor?
You know what they say about big feet..
You must be a Ring of Power, ’cause I want to keep you!
You wake something Tookish up in me.
Your salted pork is particularly lovely.