"I should like to save the Shire, if I could - though there have been times when I thought the inhabitants too stupid and dull for words, and have felt that an earthquake or an invasion of dragons might be good for them. But I don't feel like that now. I feel that as long as the Shire lies behind, safe and comfortable, I shall find wandering more bearable: I shall know that somewhere there is a firm foothold, even if my feet cannot stand there again."

carrying the world around his neck

"I see no hope of it now. But I've got to do the best I can."

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ninefingered:

Perhaps what baffles him most is the massive shadow that towered over him. Was it a man, or a bear? The hobbit knew of Bilbo’s adventures, of the man who could shift into a beast but…heavens, even his voice caused the ground to be a bit unsteady!

“Y-Yes, ” Frodo manages. “I can see that. I’m glad, of course — but, yes, it’s a good thing — I’d hope many would survive. ” Trying avidly not to stare too much at what obviously was a soldier or warrior of some type. 

“I take it you are ..quite used to fighting, lord.”

He knew little else to call him, the man exuded kingliness. —And the record for the tallest person Frodo had ever seen.

〘ϟ〙It was a common occurence for others to marvel at the sight of Thor. After all, his entire form looked as though it had been carved out of stone and sculpted to absolute perfection. He was imposing, awe inspiring and more than a little intimidating. The same could be said for many denizens of Asgard, but Thor was a special case, even among the rest of the gods.

Despite this, his response to being referred to as a lord was hardly befitting of someone of his stature. A heart laugh passed through his lips, it’s volume on par with the roar of a dragon or the bellow of an ogre. And the hand that found it’s way upon the smaller individual’s shoulder could crush both of those with ease.

“Hahahaha! Such formality for someone you’ve only just met! Do not be so tense, my friend. Though I am a god, we are all captives in this world, are we not? As far as I am concerned, we stand on even ground!”

Even if they had not been confined to this place, Thor would have urged him to be more casual. He had never been one for formality to begin with, unless he was forced to do so before the elder gods during his youth. But that simply wasn’t who Thor was. He could have been the god of the universe for all he cared. That did not stop him from wanting to befriends others, just as any ordinary individual would.

Then again, one might argue that a man who juggles mountains is the farthest thing from normal.

“You may call me Thor. And what is it that I should call you, my friend?”

To say the man was overpowering was an understatement. He easily dwarfed Aragorn in size and any other great Man of old in the annuals of history. So when those hands came down, Frodo, for he was no youngling of any sort, did his best not to flinch as the small mountains he called hands clasped shoulders that had all but worn away by suffering.

Yet regardless, he smiled, and it was not a forced one, though perhaps a little amused, and honored all at once. Awe-stricken was not to be excluded from his feelings on the matter.

“One of the Great Ones, but from another land? Realm? So I see. Well met then, Thor, if that is what you wish of me to call you. Frodo Baggins, is my name, and Frodo is more than well on it’s own.” He returned, gently offering a hand to..lightly pat the top of one of those, knowing it would be as little as a dandelion in the breeze. 

He laughed.

“Well met, indeed..”

(Source: ninefingered)