There were many dark days, when Frodo did not want to leave his bedchamber, when the world had really fallen to evil, and the peace was a lie. Then Sam had to draw back the curtains and stoke the fire, and leave him alone, for nothing would comfort Mr. Frodo on days like that. Fear and depression would wrap his mind and heart in darkness, and all would be ill until a salty se breeze drifted through the window, with a hint of song. Then Arwen’s pendant would feel warm in his hand, and Frodo would drift into peaceful slumber.