I know. It's all wrong. By rights we shouldn't even be here. But
we are. It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that
really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And
sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could
the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it
was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a
passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day
will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer.
Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant
something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I
think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those
stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't.
They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.