carrying the world around his neck
"I see no hope of it now. But I've got to do the best I can."


Frodo’s spirits had risen for a while after his escape, and after food and a draught of the cordial; but now a deep uneasiness, growing to dread, crept over him again. Though he had been healed in Rivendell of the knife-stroke, that grim wound had not been without effect. His senses were sharper and more aware of things that could not be seen. One sign of change that he soon had noticed was that he could see more in the dark than any of his companions, save perhaps Gandalf. And he was in any case the bearer of the Ring: It hung upon its chain against his breast, and at whiles it seemed a heavy weight. He felt the certainty of evil ahead and of evil following; but he said nothing. He gripped tighter on the hilt of his sword and went on doggedly.

—

The Fellowship of the Ring, “A Journey in the Dark”

Those last few sentences are a succinct and perfect expression of Frodo’s determination and persistence. He feels the weight of the Ring’s evil at all times, but he neither says anything of his pain nor gives up. Can we all marvel at this little hobbit for a while? Thank you.

(via fairytalelover6)

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