Moria Goblins

Nine companions. So be it. You shall be the fellowship of the ring.

All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.

Open war is upon you whether you would risk it or not.

A red sun rises, blood has been spilled this night.

You carry the fate of us all, little one.

Tom Bombadil and Goldberry

Nazgûl

This, my friend, is a pint.

We Dwarves are natural sprinters...