Fireside Chats
Put it in the fire, Frodo!
I cannot.
Does it already have so great a hold on you?
Do you see anything?
No... Yes... Fiery letters...
Frodo! Put It in the Fire!
(How brightly it shines, how fair, how golden, how heavy, as if I hold the entire World in my hand... )
I have come, but I do not choose now to do what I came to do. I will not do this deed. The Ring is mine!
Precious, precious, precious! My Precious! O my precious. Pre...
An echo sounds in the dark: Death, death, death! Death take us all!