They must understand that – Elrond and the Council, and the great Lords and Ladies with all their wisdom. Their plans have gone wrong. I can't be their Ring-bearer. Not without Mr. Frodo.
Their 'magic' is Art, delivered from many of its human limitations.
I'd got hobbits on my hands hadn't I?
The world is indeed full of peril and in it there are many dark places.
The wise speak only of what they know
Sam, clinging to Frodo's arm, collapsed on a step in the black darkness. 'Poor old Bill!' he said in a choking voice. 'Poor old Bill! Wolves and snakes! But the snakes were too much for him. I had to choose, Mr. Frodo. I had to come with you.