"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. A new day will come. And when the sun shines, it'll shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you, that meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances to turn back only they didn't. They kept going. Because they were holding onto something."
PS Everyone seems to really hate on Frodo, so I'm going to clarify my position on everyone's favorite hobbit to hate. EVERYONE IS WRONG. The end. Frodo is awesome, and I am always reduced to a human hosepipe at the end when Frodo goes to Valinor, every time without fail. Also, the part (in the movie) when he talks about how he can't remember the taste of strawberries. I'm basically watering plants out of my eyes. I think this is a good time to confess (in small print, notice, in hopes that you won't read it) that a few summers ago, I decided to become proficient in Elvish (Quenya, to be specific, because there are two Elvish languages: Quenya and Sindarin). And I did. I was so good that I could translate songs and write in ancient Elvish script and conjugate verbs in every tense 'til the cows came home. I haven't practiced at all, so I don't remember much. But I remember some. Humiliating confession #85. I can see my coolness factor dropping in your eyes. I appear so normal in real life. DON'T LET MY NORMALCY DECEIVE YOU. Beneath this socially acceptable veneer, lies a nerd, just waiting to break free in post scripts on the Internet.
PPS Frodo is still the hobbit love of my life. Sorry, Sam. Your inspirational speeches are brilliant, but alas, you're still second place in my heart.