"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."

scirto:

ninefingered:

^{“They like to think they’re a lot of things,
miss. And none of them are particularly true,
save that they’re nasty folk, really. But
over time, you can ‘upgrade’ it
That’s the word people use, I think.”}

     "Th-There are people like that in the world…
     I guess it would make sense that our captors
     are nasty people…”

     "Oh, really? That’s good to hear! I’ll have to
     work hard to get my stuff back, then. Oh, my
     name’s Olivia, by the way!”

"Yes, I don’t think they’d be good and captors all at once,
though I’ve met a rare sort who have captured and released.
I don’t think we’ll escape that way, though.”

“I’m certain you can find them again.
Be careful to pace yourself, you’ve only
just arrived after all. It’s all a bit..much, 
to take in. Still is, at times!
But it’s a pleasure, Miss Olivia. 
My name is Frodo, Frodo Baggins.”