It cannot be seen, cannot be felt,
Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt,
It lies behind stars and under hills,
And empty holes it fills,
It comes first and follows after,
Ends life, kills laughter.

What have I got in my pocket?" he said aloud. He was talking to himself, but Gollum thought it was a riddle, and he was frightfully upset.
"Not fair! not fair!" he hissed. "It isn't fair, my precious, is it, to ask us what it's got in it's nassty little pocketsess?

After some while Bilbo became impatient. "Well, what is it?" he said. "The answer's not a kettle boiling over, as you seem to think by the noise you are making.

My Precioussss!
-Gollum

Wraiths! Wraiths on wings!

Už to nemůže trvat dlouho, než skřeti zdolají bránu a všechny nás pobijí nebo zaženou dolů a zajmou. Jeden by nad tím opravdu plakal, po tom všem, čím prošel. Byl by radši, kdyby celý ten mizerný poklad zůstal starému Šmakovi, než aby ho dostaly tyhle podivné stvůry a než aby chudák starý Bombur a Balin a Fili a Kili a všichni ostatní takhle špatně skončili; a taky Bard a Jezerní lidé a také ti veselí elfové. Jaká bída!