— I didn't think it would end this way.
— End? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path one that we all must take. The grey rain curtain of this world rolls back and all change to silver glass. And then you see it.
— What, Gandalf? See what?
— White shores. And beyond... A far green Country under a swift sunrise.
The day may come when the courage of Man fails, when we forsake our friends and brake all bounds of fellowship. But it is not this day! An hour of wolves, and shattered shields, when the age of Men comes crashing down. But it is not this day! This day we fight! By all that you hold dear, on this good earth. I bid you stand! Man of the West!
I know it is too late to turn aside. I know there is not much point now in hoping. If i were a knight of Rohan, capable of great deeds... But I'm not. I'm a Hobbit. And I know I can't save Middle-earth. I just want to help my friends. Frodo. Sam. Pippin. More than anything, I wish Icould see them again.
— 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!