I have no help to send, therefore I must go myself.

How do you move on? You move on when your heart finally understands that there is no turning back.

Bilbo lay with his eyes shut, gasping an taking pleasure in the feel of the fresh air again, and hardly noticing the excitement of the dwarves, or how they praised him and patted him on the back and put themseves and all their families for generations to come at his service.

It is ever so with the things that Men begin: there is a frost in Spring, or a blight in Summer, and they fail of their promise.

Ultimately we've only got humanity to work with. It's only clay we've got.

And then alas! I let the matter reset, watching and waiting only, as we have too often done.

Come, Mr. Frodo!' he cried. 'I can't carry it for you, but I can carry you and it as well. So up you get! Come on, Mr. Frodo dear! Sam will give you a ride. Just tell him where to go, and he'll go