Be sure that he took so little hurt from the evil, and escaped in the end, because he began his ownership of the Ring so. Pity, and Mercy: not to strike without need. What am I to do? What a pity that Bilbo did not stab that vile creature, when he had a chance!’ O Gandalf, best of friends, what am I to do? For now I am really afraid. ‘Far worse than the worst that I imagined from your hints and warnings. And that will keep you as busy and as happy as anyone can be, as long as your part in the Story goes on. You will be the Mayor, of course, as long as you want to be, and the most famous gardener in history and you will read things out of the Red Book, and keep alive the memory of the age that is gone, so that people will remember the Great Danger, and so love their beloved land all the more. Your hands and your wits will be needed everywhere. And also you have Rose, and Elanor and Frodo-lad will come, and Rosie-lass, and Merry, and Goldilocks, and Pippin and perhaps more that I cannot see. But you are my heir: all that I had and might have had I leave to you. It must often be so, Sam, when things are in danger: some one has to give them up, lose them, so that others may keep them. I tried to save the Shire, and it has been saved, but not for me. 'But,' said Sam, and tears started in his eyes, 'I thought you were going to enjoy the Shire, too, for years and years, after all you have done.' You have so much to enjoy and to be, and to do.' You will have to be one and whole, for many years. Though you too were a Ring-bearer, if only for a little while. Not yet, anyway, not further than the Havens. Please, eat.“Where are you going, Master?' cried Sam, though at last he understood what was happening. Pour the stew on the ground, but Eowyn turns back Really? (she turns and starts to walk away.) The Rohan people have stopped for a break.Įowyn walks up to Gimli and Aragorn with a cooking pot and bowl in her hand He laughs back, and his laugh turns into a smile.ĭreamily at him smiling, the wind in her hair Hands up and the horse suddenly gallops off, throwing Gimli to the ground) To the belief.that there are no Dwarf women.and that Dwarves just spring out (he gestures to an imaginaryīeard on his chin. In voice and appearance.that they're often mistaken The Rohan people are still walking around the (he walks off and Frodo and Sam are dragged off after him) If he would not rather have stayed there.in peace. (he looks into his face) You wonder what his name is.where he came from. The enemy? (he walks over to the dead man he shotĪnd turns him over with his foot) His sense of duty was no less He is thrown to the ground by another hooded man, just asįrodo is also thrown to the ground and swords placed at their throats Runs straight into the arms of one of the hooded men. Men on it, who falls to the ground in front of Sam and Frodo. Faramir draws an arrow and shoots one of the Hooded and cloaked figures are seen in the bushes around them firing arrows.įaramir appears looking from behind a bush. Walking alongside the Wicked men, carrying great canopies full of more menįiring arrows appear sailing through the air. Of the cliff, to see hoards of dark clothed men walking along the valley. The bushes, looking for the source of the sound. (he shakes his head vigorously from side to side) Plates out of their bag and hears a faint bird callĮven you couldn't say no to that. (he picks up both rabbits) There's only one way to eatįire with rabbit stew in it. The rabbit away from him) You'll make him sick, you will.behaving like that. (looking disgusted, walks over to Gollum and pulls He picks up one of the rabbits, and snaps its spine Smiles and then looks towards Sam who sighs. GollumĪppears and drops two dead rabbits in Frodo's lap. Lying down resting, and Sam looks over the edge of a cliff. I'm not listening.Īnd away he goes, precious. (with his hands over his ears) Not listening. Night and Frodo sleeps holding the Ring in his hand.
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