The Return of the King (The Lord of the Rings, #3)

by J.R.R. Tolkien

I did not hinder it, for generous deed should not be checked by cold counsel.

The hands of the king are the hands of a healer, and so shall the rightful king be known.’

And Shadowfax shall show her the meaning of haste.’

Gandalf sure loves his Shadowfax and haste

His grief he will not forget; but it will not darken his heart, it will teach him wisdom.’

Yet it is not our part to master all the tides of the world, but to do what is in us for the succour of those years wherein we are set, uprooting the evil in the fields that we know, so that those who live after may have clean earth to till. What weather they shall have is not ours to rule.

The whole thing is quite hopeless, so it’s no good worrying about tomorrow. It probably won’t come.’

Bless you! I’d carry you on my back, if I could. Let it go then!’

For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach.

‘Then let me carry it a bit for you, Master,’ he said. ‘You know I would, and gladly, as long as I have any strength.’

Sam looked at him and wept in his heart, but no tears came to his dry and stinging eyes. ‘I said I’d carry him, if it broke my back,’ he muttered, ‘and I will!’

‘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.’

‘Yes, I am with you, Master,’ said Sam, laying Frodo’s wounded hand gently to his breast. ‘And you’re with me. And the journey’s finished. But after coming all that way I don’t want to give up yet. It’s not like me, somehow, if you understand.’

the Shire is my home.’

‘Here then at last comes the ending of the Fellowship of the Ring,’