Bilbo and Frodo overcome the objections of the Baggins side of themselves in order to embrace the Quests that await them. Sometimes we have the same struggles as they do. The Took in us wants to pursue dreams, and the Baggins part wants to stay safe and conventional. Too often we heed the negative thinking that convinces us that we do not have the time, money, energy, or opportunity to make our desires come true. We think we have too many other obligations blocking our way. Sometimes we also saddle ourselves with the false guilt that tells us it is not right to do anything for ourselves, especially if we have a family to take care of first. We must not abandon our true responsibilities, of course, but would it not be better if we could fulfill them in a way that fed our soul and not just our pocketbook and got us excited about going to work rather than dreading the drudgery?
Sam: I wonder if we'll ever be put into songs or tales. Frodo: [turns around] What? Sam: I wonder if people will ever say, 'Let's hear about Frodo and the Ring.' And they'll say 'Yes, that's one of my favorite stories. Frodo was really courageous, wasn't he, Dad?' 'Yes, my boy, the most famousest of hobbits. And that's saying a lot.' Frodo: [continue walking] You've left out one of the chief characters - Samwise the Brave. I want to hear more about Sam. [stops and turns to Sam] Frodo: Frodo wouldn't have got far without Sam. Sam: Now Mr. Frodo, you shouldn't make fun; I was being serious. Frodo: So was I. [they continue to walk] Sam: Samwise the Brave...
Are you in pain, Frodo?' said Gandalf quietly as he rode by Frodo's side. 'Well, yes I am, ' said Frodo. 'It is my shoulder. The wound aches, and the memory of darkness is heavy on me. It was a year ago today.' 'Alas! there are some wounds that cannot be wholly cured, ' said Gandalf. 'I fear it may be so with mine, ' said Frodo. 'There is no real going back. Though I may come to the Shire, it will not seem the same; for I shall not be the same. I am wounded with knife, sting, and tooth, and a long burden. Where shall I find rest?' Gandalf did not answer.
Still, I wonder if we shall ever be put into songs or tales. We're in one, of course, but I mean: put into words, you know, told by the fireside, or read out of a great big book with red and black letters, years and years afterwards. And people will say: "Let's hear about Frodo and the Ring!" And they will say: "Yes, that's one of my favourite stories. Frodo was very brave, wasn't he, dad?" "Yes, my boy, the famousest of the hobbits, and that's saying a lot." 'It's saying a lot too much, ' said Frodo, and he laughed, a long clear laugh from his heart. Such a sound had not been heard in those places since Sauron came to Middle-earth. To Sam suddenly it seemed as if all the stones were listening and the tall rocks leaning over them. But Frodo did not heed them; he laughed again. 'Why, Sam, ' he said, 'to hear you somehow makes me as merry as if the story was already written. But you've left out one of the chief characters: Samwise the stouthearted. "I want to hear more about Sam, dad. Why didn't they put in more of his talk, dad? That's what I like, it makes me laugh. And Frodo wouldn't have got far without Sam, would he, dad?"' 'Now, Mr. Frodo, ' said Sam, 'you shouldn't make fun. I was serious.' 'So was I, ' said Frodo, 'and so I am.
Gavin turned us to face Josh, a satisfied grin springing up when he noticed the condition of Josh's clothes. 'Thanks for the last-minute invitation, man.' Josh chuckled, patting Gavin on the shoulder. 'Shall I do the honors, Mr. Suave?' 'Sure thing, Frodo Baggins. By the way, I hear the Shire has impeccable dinner parties this time of year.' The corners of Gavin's lips twitched and his eyebrows shot up as he gestured to a food stain of some sort near the collar of Josh's white shirt. Josh's chin shot down to follow Gavin's amusement and he quickly tried to wipe away the crumbs. 'Yeah, well ... you know how we hobbits like to eat.
Like Gandalf, God knows the battle going on inside our hobbitlike selves, the wrestling match between the Baggins and the Took. The Baggins side of us takes our creature comforts for granted. We assume these comforts are part of the terms and conditions outlined in the job description Jesus offers when he says, "Follow me." But God never said anything about discipleship being comfortable. He's more interested in coaxing the Took side of us to the fore, the side that's willing to endure a little hardship for the sake of the final destination. When we learn to live without, we discover what we're really made of.
But it does not seem that I can trust anyone, ' said Frodo. Sam looked at him unhappily. 'It all depends on what you want, ' put in Merry. 'You can trust us to stick with you through thick and thin-to the bitter end. And you can trust us to keep any secret of yours-closer than you keep it yourself. But you cannot trust us to let you face trouble alone, and go off without a word. We are your friends, Frodo.
Breyona didn't have to force a laugh. 'Fellowship? Who do you think you are? Freedo the hobbit?' 'It's Frodo, ' he said over his shoulder. 'And if I was a character from L.O.T.R., I'd obviously by Strider.' Shaking his head, he continued down the trail, mumbling obscenities. 'What is L.O.T.R.?' Shiv asked. 'Who is this Freedo?' Both questions brought exasperated sighs from Bronson. 'It stands for Lord of the Rings. Don't you ever see any movies?' 'Weren't they books before they were movies?' Em asked. 'They wrote them after, ' Bronson said. Breyona winked at Danny. 'That Freedo was hot, ' she said loud enough for Bronson to hear. 'Even with those dumb-ass furry feet, he's my kind of cute.' Bronson threw his hands up. 'Frodo. It's Frodo. And he's not hot!
Hobbits always so polite, yes! O nice hobbits! Smeagol brings them up secret ways that nobody else could find. Tired he is, thirsty he is, yes thirsty; and he guides them and he searches for paths, and they saw sneak, sneak. Very nice friends, O yes my precious, very nice." Sam felt a little remorseful, but not yet trustful. "Sorry, " he said. "I'm sorry, but you startled me out of my sleep. And I shouldn't have been sleeping, and that made me sharp. But Mr. Frodo, he's that tired, I asked him to have a wink; and well, that's how it is. Sorry. But where HAVE you been to?" "Sneaking, " said Gollum, and the green glint did not leave his eyes... "Hullo, Smeagol!" Frodo said. "Found any food? Have you had any rest?" "No food, no rest, nothing for Smeagol, " said Gollum. "He's a sneak." "Don't take names to yourself, Smeagol, " Frodo said. "It's unwise, whether they are true or false." "Smeagol has to take what's given to him, " answered Gollum. "He was given that name by kind Master Samwise, the hobbit that knows so much.
And you, Ring-bearer, ' she said, turning to Frodo. 'I come to you last who are not last in my thoughts. For you I have prepared this.' She held up a small crystal phial: it glittered as she moved it, and rays of white light sprang from her hand. 'In this phial, ' she said, 'is caught the light of Ee¤rendil's star, set amid the waters of my fountain. It will shine still brighter when night is about you. May it be a light to you in dark places, when all other lights go out. Remember Galadriel and her Mirror!' Frodo took the phial, and for a moment as it shone between them, he saw her again standing like a queen, great and beautiful.