Frodo gave a cry, and there he was, fallen upon his knees at the chasm's edge. But Gollum, dancing like a mad thing, held aloft the ring, a finger still thrust within its circle.
And far away, as Frodo put on the Ring and claimed it for his own, even in Sammath Naur the very heart of his realm, the Power in Barad-dur was shaken, and the Tower trembled from its foundations to i...
O Sam! cried Frodo. 'What have I said? What have I done? Forgive me! After all you have done. It is the horrible power of the Ring. I wish it had never, never, been found. But don't mind me, Sam. I mu...
Was this new self awareness a gift or a curse?
She had been nothing but a beloved bauble passed from a mother to a son, a decoration of vanity, devoid of identity.
Without hope, there is no despair. There is only meaningless suffering.
Hate and love were both conceived in fear, perhaps that was why they were nearly the same thing, but only one was steeped in hope.