Still, I wonder if we shall ever be put into songs or tales. All the big important plans are not for my sort. I'm afraid that's all I'm hoping for all the time. I mean plain ordinary rest, and sleep, and waking up to a morning's work in the garden. 'And then we can have some rest and some sleep,' said Sam. `But the people in them come, and go when their part's ended. 'No, they never end as tales,' said Frodo. And why, sir, I never thought of that before! We've got – you've got some of the light of it in that star-glass that the Lady gave you! Why, to think of it, we're in the same tale still! It's going on. But that's a long tale, of course, and goes on past the happiness and into grief and beyond it – and the Silmaril went on and came to Eärendil. Beren now, he never thought he was going to get that Silmaril from the Iron Crown in Thangorodrim, and yet he did, and that was a worse place and a blacker danger than ours. You may know, or guess, what kind of a tale it is, happy-ending or sad-ending, but the people in it don't know. But those aren't always the best tales to hear, though they may be the best tales to get landed in! I wonder what sort of a tale we've fallen into? ' You know, coming home, and finding things all right, though not quite the same – like old Mr Bilbo. We hear about those as just went on – and not all to a good end, mind you at least not to what folk inside a story and not outside it call a good end. And if they had, we shouldn't know, because they'd have been forgotten. But I expect they had lots of chances, like us, of turning back, only they didn't. Folk seem to have been just landed in them, usually – their paths were laid that way, as you put it. But that's not the way of it with the tales that really mattered, or the ones that stay in the mind. I used to think that they were things the wonderful folk of the stories went out and looked for, because they wanted them, because they were exciting and life was a bit dull, a kind of a sport, as you might say. Frodo: adventures, as I used to call them. The brave things in the old tales and songs, Mr. `And we shouldn't be here at all, if we'd known more about it before we started. SAM: That there’s some good in this world, Mr. Because they were holding on to something. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back only they didn’t. Even if you were too small to understand why. Those were the stories that stayed with you. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened.īut in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end. Somebody posted this at another forum, but it may not be exactly acurate, nor do I know where they got it.
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