![]() And then all the clouds rolled away, and the white sun shone, and at his command the vale of Gorgoroth became a garden of flowers and trees and brought forth fruit. Wild fantasies arose in his mind and he saw Samwise the Strong, Hero of the Age, striding with a flaming sword across the darkened land, and armies flocking to his call as he marched to the overthrow of Barad-dur. Already the Ring tempted him, gnawing at his will and reason. He felt that he had from now on only two choices: to forbear the Ring, though it would torment him or to claim it, and challenge the Power that sat in its dark hold beyond the valley of shadows. As Sam stood there, even though the Ring was not on him but hanging by its chain about his neck, he felt himself enlarged, as if he were robed in a huge distorted shadow of himself, a vast and ominous threat halted upon the walls of Mordor. As it drew near the great furnaces where, in the deeps of time, it had been shaped and forged, the Ring's power grew, and it became more fell, untameable except by some mighty will. No sooner had he come in sight of Mount Doom, burning far away, than he was aware of a change in his burden. “His thought turned to the Ring, but there was no comfort there, only dread and danger. "He was given that name by kind Master Samwise, the hobbit that knows so much.” "Smeagol has to take what's given to him," answered Gollum. "It's unwise, whether they are true or false." "Don't take names to yourself, Smeagol," Frodo said. "No food, no rest, nothing for Smeagol," said Gollum. "Sneaking," said Gollum, and the green glint did not leave his eyes. Frodo, he's that tired, I asked him to have a wink and well, that's how it is. And I shouldn't have been sleeping, and that made me sharp. "I'm sorry, but you startled me out of my sleep. ![]() Sam felt a little remorseful, but not yet trustful. Very nice friends, O yes my precious, very nice." Tired he is, thirsty he is, yes thirsty and he guides them and he searches for paths, and they saw sneak, sneak. “Hobbits always so polite, yes! O nice hobbits! Smeagol brings them up secret ways that nobody else could find. And that will keep you as busy and as happy as anyone can be, as long as your part in the Story goes on. You will be the Mayor, of course, as long as you want to be, and the most famous gardener in history and you will read things out of the Red Book, and keep alive the memory of the age that is gone, so that people will remember the Great Danger, and so love their beloved land all the more. Your hands and your wits will be needed everywhere. And also you have Rose, and Elanor and Frodo-lad will come, and Rosie-lass, and Merry, and Goldilocks, and Pippin and perhaps more that I cannot see. But you are my heir: all that I had and might have had I leave to you. It must often be so, Sam, when things are in danger: some one has to give them up, lose them, so that others may keep them. I tried to save the Shire, and it has been saved, but not for me. 'But,' said Sam, and tears started in his eyes, 'I thought you were going to enjoy the Shire, too, for years and years, after all you have done.' You have so much to enjoy and to be, and to do.' You will have to be one and whole, for many years. Though you too were a Ring-bearer, if only for a little while. Not yet, anyway, not further than the Havens. ![]() Hobbits are deadly.“Where are you going, Master?' cried Sam, though at last he understood what was happening. And let's not forget what happens in the end of the books, when Saruman makes the mistake of invading the Shire. A few decades later, the Nazgûl come sniffing around for the Ring, and four hobbits get unleashed onto the world one of them helps kill the Witch-king, one of them saves Faramir, one destroys the Ring and one kills Shelob. But then a dozen dwarves and a wizard crash in on Bilbo's house and end up with a burglar who baits a dragon and steals their Arkenstone. And because people are under the false impression that hobbits are boring, nobody bothers to mess with them. They have a great philosophy: you don't mess with us, we don't mess with you. You can't win! The hobbits are right to stay in the Shire and just avoid the whole thing altogether. Besides, orcs love fighting and everyone despises them. But who does like fighting? It's messy, dangerous, and sad. Everyone hates on the hobbits because they're small and don't like fighting.
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