“Well, anyway, this'll be easier than knocking an elf out of a tree. Trust me.''How many elves have you knocked out of trees, Stubble?''Duraden's bones! Have ye never heard of a figure of speech?”
“You'll never have a quiet world till you knock the patriotism out of the human race.”
“I've had the wind knocked out of me, but never the hurricane”
“Hobbits!’ he thought. ‘Well, what next? I have heard of strange doings in this land, but I have seldom heard of a hobbit sleeping out of doors under a tree. Three of them! There’s something mighty queer behind this.’ He was quite right, but he never found out any more about it.”
“Knock, Knock.""Who's there?""Olive.""Olive who?""Olive...ooh. I love you, too," he said, figuring it out. "You can tell me that one anytime you like." He folded her into his arms.”
“ no matter how prepared we are, though , we can still have the wind knocked out of us.”