I begin to see it even with my waking eyes, and all else fades.” Sam tries to comfort him and declares that the sooner they get rid of it, the sooner Frodo can rest. I am naked in the dark, Sam, and there is no veil between me and the wheel of fire. No taste of food, no feel of water, no sound of wind, no memory of tree or grass or flower, no image of moon or star are left to me. When Sam prepares to cast his cooking gear away, he asks Frodo if he remembers the bit of rabbit they ate back on that beautiful day in Ithilien.įrodo responds, “‘No, I am afraid not, Sam… At least, I know that such things happened, but I cannot see them. But he decides that its time to get rid of anything else they are sure to not need- their orcish gear and helmets, Sam’s cooking gear (which is hard for him to part with), the orc sword Frodo carried (he declares he will never carry a weapon again). Sam understands this and makes no further offer to carry the Ring. I could not give it up, and if you tried to take it I should go mad.'” It is my burden, and no one else can bear it. This rouses Frodo who shouts at him to go away and then recovers himself. One morning, Sam wakes Frodo, and when Frodo says he can’t go it, that the Ring is too great a burden for him to carry, Sam can’t help but offer to carry it for him. Sean Astin as Sam and Elijah Wood as Frodo on the slopes of Mount Doom in Peter Jackson’s 2003 film, The Return of the King When they stop, Frodo simply drops in place and doesn’t speak, too weary even to acknowledge Sam or do anything more than eat a little of the Elvish waybread and drink the last of the water. His struggle is not against the broken land and deprivation, but against the power of the Ring itself as it strips his mind away, piece by piece. And sometimes his right hand would creep to his breast, clutching, and then slowly, as the will recovered mastery, it would be withdrawn.” Frodo is hardly noticing anything around himself anymore. Anxiously Sam had noted how his master’s left hand would often be raised as if to ward off a blow, or to screen his shrinking eyes from a dreadful Eye that sought to look in them. It weighs Frodo down both mentally and physically, “ Sam guessed that among all their pains he bore the worst, the growing weight of the Ring, a burden on the body and a torment to the mind. The closer they get to Mount Doom, the stronger the Ring gets. Frodo’s strength is draining away, day by day, and their lack of food and water isn’t helping.
Now the hard part is getting Frodo there. So Sam is resolved to see this through to the bitter end. Sam’s plain hobbit-face grew stern, almost grim, as the will hardened in him, and he felt through all his limbs a thrill, as if he was turning into some creature of stone and steel that neither despair nor weariness nor endless barren miles could subdue.” “ But even as hope died in Sam, or seemed to die, it was turned to a new strength. He has no hope of ever returning home, but he’s a hobbit, and deep down they have a core of strength few expect to find in such a small people. If it breaks his heart and his back both, then so be it. And now he realizes was that job is: to get Frodo to the mountain no matter what it takes. Way back in the forests of the Shire, after meeting Gildor and the other Elves, Sam realized that he had a job to do, that he was meant to do something important before the end, whatever that was. “…the bitter truth came home to him at last: at best their provision would take them to their goal and when the task was done, there they would come to an end, alone, houseless, foodless in the midst of a terrible desert. It will take at least a week to get there, and after that? Sam realizes their provisions will get them to the mountain, but nothing more than that. It looks like Mount Doom is about fifty miles away. When morning comes, Sam takes a look around. When everything seems quiet enough, they sleep. Sam covers him with his cloak to keep him warm and hidden, and they wait for the orcs to leave the area. Sam and Frodo had just escaped from the orc company they’d been forced into and Frodo collapsed, utterly exhausted. The dark lord always falls at the end of a fantasy novel, because the hero is always triumphant. For Tolkien fans, that means it’s Tolkien Reading Day! And why is Tolkien Reading Day on March 25th, and not on September 22nd (Frodo and Bilbo’s birthdays) or on January 3rd (Tolkien’s birthday)? Tolkien Reading Day occurs on March 25th because that is the day of Sauron’s downfall.
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