So we don't have a magical Ring of power weighing us down, or the haunting fear of approaching orcs, or nazgul neither living nor dead tracking us, or an erupting volcano; but, some days, everyone needs a friend like Sam:
"'Look here, Sam dear lad,' said Frodo: 'I am tired, weary, I haven't any hope left. But I have to go on trying to get to the Mountain, as long as I can move. The Ring is enough. This extra weight is killing me. It must go. But don't think I'm ungrateful. I hate to think of the foul work you must have had among the bodies to find it for me.'
'Don't talk about it, Mr. Frodo. Bless you! I'd carry you on my back, if I could. Let it go then!'
Frodo laid aside his cloak and took off the orc-mail and flung it away. He shivered a little. 'What I really need is something warm,' he said. 'It's gone cold, or else I've caught a chill.'
'You can have my cloak, Mr. Frodo,' said Sam. He unslung his pack and took out the elven-cloak...
'What did I tell you? Something's happening!' cried Sam. '"The war's not going well,"' said Shargrat; but Gorbag he wasn't so sure. And he was right there too. Things are looking up, Mr. Frodo. Haven't you got some hope now?'
...He gave Frodo water and an additional wafer of waybread, and he made a pillow of his cloak for his master's head. Frodo was too weary to debate the matter, and Sam did not tell him that he had drunk the last drop of water, and eaten Sam's share of the food as well as his own." ~The Return of the King, J.R.R.Tolkien
"'Look here, Sam dear lad,' said Frodo: 'I am tired, weary, I haven't any hope left. But I have to go on trying to get to the Mountain, as long as I can move. The Ring is enough. This extra weight is killing me. It must go. But don't think I'm ungrateful. I hate to think of the foul work you must have had among the bodies to find it for me.'
'Don't talk about it, Mr. Frodo. Bless you! I'd carry you on my back, if I could. Let it go then!'
Frodo laid aside his cloak and took off the orc-mail and flung it away. He shivered a little. 'What I really need is something warm,' he said. 'It's gone cold, or else I've caught a chill.'
'You can have my cloak, Mr. Frodo,' said Sam. He unslung his pack and took out the elven-cloak...
'What did I tell you? Something's happening!' cried Sam. '"The war's not going well,"' said Shargrat; but Gorbag he wasn't so sure. And he was right there too. Things are looking up, Mr. Frodo. Haven't you got some hope now?'
...He gave Frodo water and an additional wafer of waybread, and he made a pillow of his cloak for his master's head. Frodo was too weary to debate the matter, and Sam did not tell him that he had drunk the last drop of water, and eaten Sam's share of the food as well as his own." ~The Return of the King, J.R.R.Tolkien
(This was a meaningful post until it got hilarious)
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