Technicolor Tom fearlessly skipping up the mountain path into the Dark Land, singing his nonsense songs, sending Shelob scurrying, and Orcs—or worse—running away with their hands over their ears, until finally, after stomping up the side of Mount Doom in his yellow boots, he casually flings the Ring of Power into its fiery cracks, after which he stands back, to watch the Dark Tower, and everything else made with the power of the Ring, just melt away. Could he have done it? Gandalf didn’t think so—but not because he lacked the power to do it, but because he’d forget to.
