"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."

homecoming / and all else fades

^{“I can’t be the only one who finds their mind a bit..clouded, can I? Is there anyone who feels..particularly fine? Other than that I feel no reasons to be concerned with much anything at the moment. I have scars that I don’t recall receiving but they hardly hurt and my home I suppose is a bit fuzzy but I imagine I must have hit my head.}

<sup>A call towards a passerby. It’s oddly worrisome, but his chest feels so light of worries at the same time, so it’s all very confusing. 

"You, Over there. Do you relate perhaps?”</sup>