He Hated Dark, but He Hated Light More

Strange Visions of Mountains that he had Never Seen Came into his Dreams

Frodo Gazed Fixedly at the Red Embers on the Hearth

Far From Home, Walking in the Hills and Woods under the Starlight

When You Go, Go as Mr. Underhill

He Tunneled Into Green Mounds

The Sun Could Not Watch Me There

The Wood was Full of the Rumor of Him