— It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened. But in the end, it's only a passing thing... this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something. Even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.
— What are we holding on to, Sam?
— That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it's worth fighting for.
— Go back, Sam. I'm going to Mordor alone.
— Of course you are. And I'm coming with you!
— I wonder if we'll ever be put into songs or tales.
— What?
— I wonder if people will ever say: «Let's hear about Frodo and the Ring». And they'll say: «Yes! That's one of my favorite stories». «Frodo was really courageous, wasn't he, Dad?» «Yes, my boy. The most famousest of hobbits. And that's saying a lot».
— Well, you've left out one of the chief characters: «Samwise the Brave». I want to hear more about Sam. Frodo wouldn't have got far without Sam.
— Now, Mr. Frodo, you shouldn't make fun. I was being serious.
— So was I.
— Do you remember the Shire, Mr. Frodo? It will be spring soon and the orchards will be in blossom. And the birds will be nesting in the hazel thicket. And they'll be sowing the summer barley in the Lower fields. And eating the first of the strawberries with cream. Do you remember the taste of strawberries?
— No, Sam. I can't recall the taste of food... nor the sound of water... or the touch of grass. I'm... I'm naked in the dark. No veil between me and the Wheel of Fire. I can see Him with my waking eyes.
— Then let us be rid of it. Once and for all! Come on, Mr. Frodo. I can't carry it for you but I can carry you!
— I can see the Shire. The Brandywine River. Bag End. Gandalf's fireworks. The lights in the party tree.
— Rosie Cotton dancing. She had ribbons in her hair. If ever I was to marry someone. It would have been her. It would have been her.
— I'm glad to be with you, Samwise Gamgee. Here at the end of all things.
Gil-Galad was an Elven-king.
Of him the harpers sadly sing:
the last whose realm was fair and free
between the Mountains and the Sea.
His sword was long, his lance was keen,
his shining helm afar was seen;
the countless stars of heaven's field
were mirrored in his silver shield.
But long ago he rode away,
and where he dwelleth none can say;
for into darkness fell his star
in Mordor where the shadows are.
Frodo Baggins: — Where are you taking us?
Aragorn: — Into the Wild.
Meriadoc Brandybuck: — How do we know this Strider is a friend of Gandalf?
Frodo Baggins: — I think a servant of the enemy would look fairer... — and feel fouler.
Meriadoc Brandybuck: — He's foul enough.
Frodo Baggins: — We have no choice but to trust him.
Samwise Gamgee: — But where is he leading us?
Aragorn: — To Rivendell, Master Gamgee. To the house of Elrond.
Samwise Gamgee: — Did you hear that? Rivendell. We're going to see the Elves.