"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."
Fairly urgent is his tone, concerned brows drawing close together.
“Is everyone quite themselves now? And alright? No, I imagine you aren’t – not yet at least, the City is cruel indeed." The Hobbit, at present didn’t necessarily have to, but he offered a spare cup of what appeared to be hot tea, no false platitudes within those old eyes.
”Please, take it. I’ve been most helpless this entire time, and cannot relate to any of you on what has happened but please, I am able and willing at least, to listen, or try to lighten your suffering.“
