"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."
to me, it’s like falling asleep again |
“..I begin to wonder if this is all a dream. I cannot fathom why but deep in my heart I feel perhaps that something is truly amiss after all. I feel as if..I am somehow different. It’s more than a headache, though some of you don’t seem to think the same. Makes me feel a bit foolish, really.” Even now he lived up to the meaning of his name, ‘wise’, instead of naively assuming all was well. Or perhaps the scars were too strong in this little man – who was now someone else, once before.
Someone he no longer was.
Lightly, as if to ward off the ominous feel to his words, the hobbit offered a smile.
“Pardons, but has anyone seen Sam? The one my size who is..quite fond of potatoes? 'Crisps’ he called them. Gardening, too.”