Hobbit Gandalf Quotes Novels & Stories

he conceded, "but you play a part; I'm sure of it. I can feel it; like an itch just below my skin." "Oh, I hate those itches," I groaned. "You scratch and scratch and nothing helps." I glanced over and saw him giving me an exasperated look. "I know you're not being literal. I was just trying for some levity." "Next time you should try harder." He grimaced. "Or not at all." "Wonderful." I rolled my eyes. "Thanks for the tip, Legolas." "Do not make Lord of the Rings jokes with me," he said seriously. "We Fey, hate that."

It’s dangerous yet I find myself wanting those captivating eyes to never look away. It frightens me to my core and I panic. “My real name is Harry and I come from a hidden world known as Hogwarts. My grandmother is Gandalf.” I sound stupid, I’m so stupid. The fumbling words leave my mouth before I can control them. I expect confusion from him, or maybe he’d look at me like I am some weirdo, but…he laughs. He laughs out freely. The laughter stems deep from within him, rich with real cheerfulness. As always, I’m entranced by it. The wind picks up the sound fast, playing it in the air.

Bo breathed deeply, admiring his partner as he did. “Well, what can I tell you? Life in the wide world goes on much as it has in this past age, full of its own comings and goings, scarcely aware of the existence of Hobbits,” Oscar pauses. “For which I am very thankful.” The smaller man lifts his hand, setting it on the side of Bo’s face and trailing his fingertips through his hair. Bo turns his head, kissing Oscar’s palm softly. “Gandalf the Gray. Eight minutes and fifty five seconds into the Fellowship of the Ring.” Bo mumbles the words against Oscar’s palm.

"There waiting, silent and still in the space before the Gate, sat Gandalf upon Shadowfax: Shadowfax who alone among the free horses of the earth endured the terror, unmoving, steadfast as a graven image in Rath Dínen." Athena recognized it as Return of the King, one of his favorites. She had to pause for a minute, closing her eyes to find some control. It had been so many years since she'd heard him read it himself. So many years since she'd heard him speak at all. She couldn't quite remember the sound of his rich, rolling voice anymore, and that was just another loss on top of so many. Another layer of herself flayed away by the whip of fate. Every visit left more scars on her heart.

“There didn’t seem too much happening here.” “Nothing is better,” said Roland, “than a good meal and a long shit.” He seemed extremely pleased with this advice, glancing around to make sure no one had missed out on hearing it. “You have a key to Fengarad’s spires,” said Gabor, more statement than question. I took out the gem the Queen had given me and held it out to him. He shook his head and didn’t take it. Jenny reached for it and it began to glow. I yanked it back.

She pointed out before rolling her eyes. "Then again, if they weren't dense, we wouldn't have gotten an easy buffet to keep us going.” I countered as we sat there digesting. I really hadn't had the energy to expend on a more voracious hunt. Running into goblins had been some kind of blessing. "Would have been even easier if you'd just stunned them with magic.” "But a lot less fun.” "True.”

It felt like a slow, deliberate attention turning in our direction from somewhere deep inside all that darkness. "Thorin," I said, keeping my voice low. "Is it true that the forest gives powers to people who pass its tests?" He stopped walking. He turned to look at me and his expression had gone very still in a way that meant I had said exactly the wrong thing. "No," he said. "Elara said —" "I don't fucking care what Elara said." His voice was low and intense and completely serious. "Listen to me very carefully. Do not go looking for any test. Do not engage with anything the forest puts in front of you that looks like an offer or an opportunity or a gift.

Rajvardhan POV "From the tongue, you are saying this. I will cut and feed you that, If you ever dare to take the name of Gulaab with your mouth" (Jis Jabaan se ye bol rahe ho usse hi kaat ke Halak me ghusa denge agar dobara Gulaab ka naam bhi liya to) I roared in a thick and thundering tone and it echoed loudly in the Royal Court. But it didn't seem to affect the person standing in front of me even a bit. He looked down with a slight smile and looked at me again.

“Yeah. Little good it does, I don’t know what the hell he’s talking about.” Haldir huffed as he mulled it over. “I’d wager that little voice in your head has an important message.” Ben looked in his hand at the knife and chuckled. “Yeah that figures, doesn’t it? He’s probably popping off the secret to life and the directions to Atlantis and I don’t speak a damn word of the language.” Thorin chuckled out behind Ben as he took aim again. Ben closed his eyes and took a deep breath then opened them and threw the blade. It sunk deep into the stump, then the hard piece of tree fell in two before him.

“Dude, do you want me to give you a mirror? You got disgusting holes on your oily face. You’re a motherfucking kraken.” Gollum passively snickered at her comment. “But one of you is clearly out of place,” added Gray. “I mean, look at him.” She gestured her hand toward Gollum with a jeering expression. “One of you is clearly one of the irreplaceable cast of The Hobbit.” Fakey, Ursula and the tentacled-faced man who looked half the old man’s age couldn’t help but chortle at her remark. Gollum, on the other hand, was obviously displeased.