"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."
"I see no hope of it now. But I've got to do the best I can."
His eyes look to the east. But more appropriately towards something that approaches. Their most logical solution has ever been to hide. They are small, and not strong of arm, what option do they have. Glancing over to the face looking as keenly as he, the Ringbearer queries in a whisper,