The Two Towers is the second volume of J. R. R. Tolkien's high fantasy novel The Lord of the Rings. It is preceded by The Fellowship of the Ring and followed by The Return of the King.
“Elves?” said a third, doubtfully.
“Nay, not elves,” said the fourth, the tallest, and as it appeared the chief among them. “Elves do not walk in Ithilien in these days. And elves are wondrous fair to look upon, or so ’tis said.”
“Meaning we’re not, I take you,” said Sam. “Thank you kindly.”
“And the smell of the air! I used to spend a week just breathing.”
“One who cannot cast away a treasure at need is in fetters.”
“I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend: the city of the Men of Numenor; and I would have her loved for her memory, her ancientry, her beauty, and her present wisdom. Not feared, save as men may fear the dignity of a man, old and wise.”
“Many are my names in many countries: Mithrandir among the Elves, Tharkûn to the Dwarves; Olórin I was in my youth in the West that is forgotten, in the South Incánus, in the North Gandalf; to the East I go not.”