بریده‌های کتاب The Fellowship Of The Ring

I am a servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the flame of Anor. You cannot pass. The Dark Fire will not avail you, flame of Udûn. Go back to the shadow! You cannot pass.

What his right name is I've never heard; but he is known round here as Strider.

If you bring a Ranger with you, it is well to pay attention to him, especially if the Ranger is Aragorn.

Frodo turned and saw Strider, and yet not Strider; for the weatherworn Ranger was no longer there. In the stern sat Aragorn son of Arathorn, proud and erect, guiding the boat with skilful strokes; his hood was cast back, and his dark hair was blowing in the wind, a light was in his eyes: a king returning from exile to his own land.

... his face softened by a sudden smile. "I am Aragorn son of Arathorn; and if by life or death I can save you, I will.

"Courage is found in unlikely places." said Gildor

A Ring of Power looks after itself ... It was not Gollum, Frodo, but the Ring itself that decided things. The Ring left him.

But go now with good hearts! Farewell, and may the blessing of Elves and Men and all Free Folk go with you. May the stars shine upon your faces!

A mortal, Frodo, who keeps one of the Great Rings, does not die, but he does not grow or obtain more life, he merely continues, until at last every minute is a weariness. And if he often uses the Ring to make himself invisible, he fades...

Three Rings for the Elven-Kings under the sky, Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone, Nine for the Mortal Men doomed to die, One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne. In the land of Mordor where the shadows lie. One ring to rule them all, One ring to find them, One ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them. In the land of Mordor where the shadows lie.