A great dread fell on him, as if he was awaiting the pronouncement of some doom that he had long foreseen and vainly hoped might after all never be spoken. An overwhelming longing to rest and remain at peace by Bilbo's side in Rivendell filled all his heart. At last with an effort he spoke, and wondered to hear his own words, as if some other will was using his small voice. "I will take the Ring," he said, "though I do not know the way.

out of the frying pan and into the fire

The Darkness has begun. There will be no dawn.

He used often to say there was only one Road; that it was like a great river: its springs were at every doorstep, and every path was its tributary. 'It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out of your door,' he used to say. 'You step into the Road, and if you don't keep your feet, there is no knowing where you might be swept off to.

It is not the strength of the body that counts, but the strength of the spirit.

He [Bilbo] fought the real battle in the tunnel alone, before he ever saw the vast danger that lay in wait.

I put before you the one great thing to love on earth: the Blessed Sacrament.