I know. He'd probably come with me, if I asked him. I think in his heart Frodo's still in love with the Shire. The woods... and fields... little rivers. I'm old, Gandalf! I know I don't look it, but I'm beginning to feel it in my heart. I feel thin! Sort of stretched like... butter, stretched over too much bread! I need a holiday! A very long holiday... And I don't expect I shall return. In fact I mean not to.
