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

Living by faith includes the call to something greater than cowardly self-preservation.

Then shouldering their burdens, they set off, seeking a path that would bring them over the grey hills of the Emyn Muil, and down into the Land of Shadow.

May it be a light to you in dark places, when all other lights go out.

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

Let this be the hour when we draw swords together. Fell deeds awake. Now for wrath, now for ruin, and the red dawn. Forth, Eorlingas!

Venice seemed incredibly lovely, elvishly lovely--to me like a dream of Old Gondor, or Pelargir of the Numenorean Ships, before the return of the Shadow.