"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."

made a home for you for you, watched it slip from you, from me

^{He needn’t turn. There is someone beside him. Needn’t speak, they know where they are going. But still, it weighs on the heart, and Frodo lingers within the alleys and streets that he hasn’t quite remembered the name of, and regrets.} 

^{Bilbo used to say, if you don’t keep your feet –} 

^{It seems as if he isn’t the only one wandering aimlessly, and in the lighting he isn’t certain who it is.}

^{“…I don’t suppose you’re leaving as well?” He made no attempts at masking that he was packed and ready to depart, a walking stick in hand.}