'Yes, that's so,' said Sam. 'And we shouldn't be here at all, if we'd known more
about it before we started. But I suppose it's often that way. The brave things in the
old tales and songs, Mr. Frodo: adventures, as I used to call them. 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. But that's not the way of it with the tales that really
mattered, or the ones that stay in the mind. Folk seem to have been just landed in
them, usually – their paths were laid that way, as you put it. But I expect they had
lots of chances, like us, of turning back, only they didn't. And if they had, we
shouldn't know, because they'd have been forgotten. 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. You know, coming home, and finding things all
right, though not quite the same – like old Mr Bilbo. 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?'
“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."
“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."