"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."

celestialcanine:

ninefingered:

^{The pastry was light, not covered in excess, save for some sugar. It was brown and coated in a light glaze, nothing that would warrant too much of a stomach ache, although Frodo had the hardy stomach of his race, when he was faring well. He had half the appetite he once had, but it was more than he could ask, granted all that had been wrought in him.}

^{Large blue eyes took in her gesture and bark as a blessing for him to do so, and the little man broke apart the donut in halves; offering the larger piece to the wolf without thinking on it.}

^{“I’ve yet to try it myself.” He confessed in a hushed tone, a bit eager as it were, in a way he rarely ever was anymore. “Will you be brave and try the first bite?”}

[ Hesitant, the creature’s quivering nose would again sniff at the delicacy cradled within the hobbit’s palms. It smelt quite luscious, as if the cuisine’s sweet odor was prying the goddess to test her stomach’s luck. Were she a common mongrel, she would have been drooling by this point. ]

[ She scrutinized the object for a moment longer, as if suspecting it would turn and bite her nose. Once satisfied, the wolf would tickle the hobbit’s palm with a pink tongue, plucking the portion gently from his hands. ]

[ She devoured it in mere seconds. It had quite a sweet, delicate taste, even causing the god to lick her lips several times to pick up any stray crumbs. The taste had certainly lived up to its striking appearance. She gave a single bark in approval, her tail swishing wildly at her rear. ]

“Arf!”

“My friend, I would hardly poison you.” Frodo laughed, a bright sound once more as he watched the goddess take to his gift. The tongue tickling his palm did little to quell the giggles that hobbits were wont to make; himself in particular. Somehow Amaterasu brought out something as close to innocent as he would ever have now, and he could not thank her enough for it. 

Reaching for her head with his palm when she finished, the Ringbearer lightly stroked behind her ears.

“I trust it was delicious then? If it has your approval, Aure?”

He moved to place it in his mouth, himself.