The Fellowship of the Ring
Han mathon ne nen. (I feel it in the waters.)
Han mathon ne chae. (I feel it in the earth.)
A han noston ned 'wilith. (I smell it in the air.)
Much that once was is lost. (For none now live who remember it)
It began with the forging of the Great Rings.
Three were given to the Elves: immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings.
Seven to the Dwarf-lords: great miners and craftsmen of the mountain halls.
And nine. Nine rings were gifted to the race of men, who above all else desire power.
For within these rings was bound the strength and will to govern each race. But they were all of them deceived.
For another ring was made.
In the land of Mordor, in the fires of Mount Doom, the Dark Lord Sauron forged in secret a Master Ring to control all others.
And into this Ring he poured his cruelty, his malice, and his will to dominate all life.
One Ring to rule them all.
BILBO: Hobbits have been living and farming in the four Farthings of the Shire for many hundreds of years, quite content to ignore and be ignored by the world of the Big Folk. Middle-earth being, after all, full of strange creatures beyond count, Hobbits must seem of little importance, being neither renowned as great warriors nor counted among the very wise... In fact, it has been remarked by some that Hobbits' only real passion is for food. A rather unfair observation, as we have also developed a keen interest in the brewing of ales and the smoking of pipe-weed. But where our hearts truly lie is in peace and quiet and good, tilled earth. For all hobbits share a love for things that grow. And, yes, no doubt to others, our ways seem quaint. But today of all days, it is brought home to me: It is no bad thing to celebrate a simple life.
FRODO: You're late.
GANDALF: A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to.