For even the very wise cannot see all ends.
when somebody asks you to tell them about yourself
i yam who i yam.
I actually have a theory that this is at least partly because Sam’s worst, most aggressive impulses are vented on a regular basis because of his lifestyle as a hunter.
How many times a day does the average person want to punch someone in the face for whatever reason, and suppress that urge because it’s wrong and violent and uncivilized?
But Sam is violent and uncivilized on an almost daily basis, so there aren’t any pent-up violent urges lying underneath the surface, just waiting to burst out the moment there’s no conscience or empathy to keep them in check.
What Sam doesn’t do a lot of is speak his mind, so what we get is a fuckton of the snark that’s normally hidden behind his epic silently judging-you bitchface.
Imagine you’re like in a party and somebody tells you “somebody died fast we need to go to the funeral” and you’re just like
what the fuck kind of scenario is that
a gatsby party
What is that monstrosity?
“And thus it was. A fourth age of middle-earth began. And the fellowship of the ring… though eternally bound by friendship and love… was ended. Thirteen months to the day since Gandalf sent us on our long journey… we found ourselves looking upon a familiar sight. We were home. How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on… when in your heart you begin to understand… there is no going back? There are some things that time cannot mend… some hurts that go too deep… that have taken hold. Bilbo once told me his part in this tale would end… that each of us must come and go in the telling. Bilbo’s story was now over. There would be no more journeys for him… save one. My dear Sam. You cannot always be torn in two. You will have to be one and whole for many years. You have so much to enjoy and to be and to do. Your part in the story will go on.”
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