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!