LET US THROW OFF EVERYTHING THAT HINDERS
[On the way to Mount Doom, Frodo collapses from exhaustion from carrying the Ring]
- Samwise Gamgee: Do you remember the Shire, Mr. Frodo?
It'll be spring soon, and the orchards will be in blossom. And the birds will be nesting in the hazel thicket. And they'll be sowing the summer barley in the lower fields. And they'll be eating the first of the strawberries with cream.
Do you remember the taste of strawberries?
Frodo Baggins: No, Sam. I can't recall the taste of food, nor the sound of water, nor the touch of grass.
Instead, I'm... naked in the dark. There's nothing. No veil between me and the wheel of fire! - I
can see him... with my waking eyes!
Samwise Gamgee: Then let us be rid of it! Once and for all!
Come on, Mr. Frodo. I can't carry it for you... but I can carry you!
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