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. There’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it’s worth fighting for.

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. There’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it’s worth fighting for.

so when your hope’s on fire but you know your desire don’t hold a glass over the flame don’t let your heart grow cold I will call you by name I will share your road

“On his head was a crown of berries and red leaves, for the autumn was come again.”

it’s a dangerous business, frodo, going out your door. you step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to.

by rights we shouldn’t even be here, but we are. 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.

Many that live deserve death. Some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them, Frodo? Do not be too eager to deal out death in judgment. Even the very wise cannot see all ends.