Since I'm not watching DVDs at the moment...means I'm reading LotR a lot more...so while I'm trying to put some distance between my quotes posts...its hard, so I may just post them everyday anyway! ;-)
"Then Lorien must be lovely indeed,' said Faramir. "Perilously fair."
"I dont know about perilous," said Sam. "It strikes me that folk takes their peril with them into Lorien, and finds it there because they've brought it. But perhaps you could call her perilous, because she's so strong in herself. You, you could dash yourself to pieces on her, like a ship on a rock, or drownd yourself, like a hobbit in a river. But neither rock nor river would be to blame."
"Good night, Captin, my lord,' said Sam, "You took the chance, sir."
"Did I so?" said Faramir.
"Yes sir, and showed your quality, the very highest."
"Most gracious host," said Frodo. "it was said to me by Elrond Halfelven that I should find friendship upon the way, secret and unlooked for. Certainly I looked for no such friendship as you have shown. To have found it turns evil to great good."
Frodo: "I'm afraid our journey is drawing to an end."
"Maybe,' said Sam, "but where there's life there's hope, as my Gaffer used to say, and need of vittles, as he mostways used to add. You have a bite, Mr. Frodo, and then a bit of sleep."
Suddenly, caught by the level beams, Frodo saw the old king's head; it was lying rollded away by the roadside. "Look, Sam!" he cried, startled into speech. "Look! The King has got a crown again!"
The eyes were hollow and the carven beard was broken, but about the high stern forehead there was a coronal of silver and gold. A trailing plant with flowers like small white stars had bound itself across the brows as if in reverence for the fallen king, and in the crevices of his stony hair yellow stonecrop gleamed.
"They cannot conquer forever!" said Frodo. And then suddenly the brief glimpse was gone. The Sun dipped and vanished, and as if at the shuttering of a lamp, a black night fell.
Despair had not left (Frodo), but the weakness had passed. He even smiled grimly, feeling now as clearly as a moment before he had felt the opposite, that what he had to do, he had to do, if he could, and that whether Faramir or Aragorn, or Elrond or Galadriel or Gandalf or anyone else ever knew about it was beside the purpose.
Then holding the star aloft and the bright sword advanced, Frodo, hobbit of the Shire, walked steadily down to meet the eyes.
Sam did not wait to wonder what was to be done, or whether he was bravem, or loyal, or filled with rage. He sprang forward with a yell, and seized his master's sword in his left hand. Then he charged. No onslaught more fierce was ever seen in the savage world of beasts, where some desperate small creature armed with little teeth, alone, will spring upona tower of horn and hide that stands above its fallen mate.