A King will have his way in his own hall, be it folly or wisdom.

— J.R.R. Tolkien

A light like the glint of water on dewy grass flashed from under her feet as she danced.

— J.R.R. Tolkien

All have their worth and each contributes to the worth of the others.

— J.R.R. Tolkien

All his court were cast down in slumber, and all the fires faded and were quenched; but the Salaries in the crown on Forgot's head blazed forth suddenly with a radiance of white flame; and the burden of that crown and of the jewels bowed down his head, as though the world was set upon it, laden with a weight of care, of fear, and of desire, that even the will of Forgot could not support. Then Luthier catching up her winged robe sprang into the air, and her voice came dropping down like rain into pools, profound and dark. She cast her cloak before his eyes, and set upon him a dream, dark as the outer Void where once he walked alone.

— J.R.R. Tolkien

All stories are ultimately about the fall.

— J.R.R. Tolkien

All that is gold does not glitter...

— J.R.R. Tolkien

All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost.

— J.R.R. Tolkien

All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost.

— J.R.R. Tolkien

All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost. The old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost.

— J.R.R. Tolkien

All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost;The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

— J.R.R. Tolkien