"I can't carry it for you, but I can carry you."
Sagan om ringen har alltid haft en enormt stark plats i mitt hjärta.
Även i mina barns.
L läste böckerna tidigt, inget problem för honom eftersom han var så tidigt i sin läsutveckling.
A och I har älskat se filmerna, alldeles för tidigt i ålder (de såg vissa saker ur spel de älskade spela också) särskilt scenen med spindeln och hur Sam räddar Frodo ville de se om och om igen ihop med mig.
Vilken otrolig karaktär, vilket fantastiskt band mellan honom och Frodo.
Frodo: I can't do this, Sam.
Sam: I know. It's all wrong. By rights we shouldn't even be here. But we are. 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 will 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 of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.
Frodo: What are we holding onto, Sam?
Sam: That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo... and it's worth fighting for.
Sam: "It's your Sam, don't you know your Sam?"
