The Resurrection is the eucatastrophe of the story of the Incarnation - This story begins and ends in joy.

Are you in pain, Frodo?' said Gandalf quietly as he rode by Frodo's side. 'Well, yes I am,' said Frodo. 'It is my shoulder. The wound aches, and the memory of darkness is heavy on me. It was a year ago today.' 'Alas! there are some wounds that cannot be wholly cured,' said Gandalf. 'I fear it may be so with mine,' said Frodo. 'There is no real going back. Though I may come to the Shire, it will not seem the same; for I shall not be the same. I am wounded with knife, sting, and tooth, and a long burden. Where shall I find rest?' Gandalf did not answer.

For the less even as for the greater there is some deed that he may accomplish but once only; and in that deed his heart shall rest.

And the Ring is so heavy, Sam. I begin to see it in my mind all the time, like a great wheel of fire.

They were frightfully angry. Quite apart from the stones no spider has ever liked being called Attercop, and Tomnoddy of course is insulting to anybody.

Speak, or I will put a dint in your hat that even a wizard will find hard to deal with!

I will take the Ring", he said, "though I do not know the way.