At that moment there was a knock at the door, and Sam came in. He ran to Frodo and took his left hand, awkwardly and shyly. He stroked it gently and then he blushed and turned hastily away.
He bitterly regretted his foolishness and reproached himself for weakness of will; for he know perceived that in putting on the Ring he obeyed not his own desire, but the commanding wish of his enemies. He wondered if he would be maimed for life, and how they would now manage to continue their journey. He felt too weak to stand.
via The Fellowship of the Ring
“For where am I to go? And by what shall I steer? What is to be my quest? Bilbo went to find a treasure, there and back again; but I go to lose one, and not return, as far as I can see.”
Frodo Baggins via The Fellowship of the Ring
“You mean to come with me?”
“I do.”
“It’s going to be very dangerous, Sam. It is already dangerous. Most likely neither of us will come back.”
“If you don’t come back, sir, than I shan’t, that’s certain.”
Frodo and Sam via The Fellowship of the Ring
