I remember standing up in Rivendell, in the Council:
I will take it! I will take the Ring to Mordor!
. . . though I do not know the way.
Then I'm in Lothlorien and I'm standing before Galadriel:
Will you look into the Mirror? What will I see?
Then she's giving us gifts:
I give to you, Bingo Baggins, the light of Earendil, our most beloved star.
Then she kissed my head:
And, well, we got a little carried away, I suppose. I know, I know, not in the film or the book, but this is my
And then we're climbing Mount Doom--oh dear Sam:
I can't carry the ring for you, but I can carry you! Oh could he now, let me tell you!
And then the end. The ring is gone. And I can't hold on, but for Sam:
Don't let go! REACH! And I did.
So those were my dreams last night--I can hardly bear thinking about it. It's making me feel sort of fuzzy. I suppose it wasn't wise to try those mushrooms Sancho sent for my birthday before I went to bed, knowing Sancho. So for your mathoms today, I am not giving you any of those mushrooms--you will thank me for it--trust me.