He was tall as a young tree, lithe, immensely strong, able swiftly to draw a great war-bow and shoot down a Nazgûl, endowed with the tremendous vitality of Elvish bodies, so hard and resistant to hurt that he went only in light shoes over rock or through snow, the most tireless of all the Fellowship.
"He is here!"
Hey Guys !
We still remember, we who dwell in this far land beneath the trees.
A shadow and a threat have been growing in my mind. Something draws near, I can feel it.