Part 31 of 4200 from book2
But as the day wore on and all toobook58 soon the dim light began to fail Frodo stooped again and began to stagger as if the renewed effort had squandered his remaining strength. Frodo had not spoken much to him of his errand and Sam only knew vaguely that the Ring had somehow to be put into the fire. Well if Master knows how to find them I dont. Whether because Frodo was so worn by his long pains wound of knife and venomous sting and sorrow fear and homeless wandering or because some gift of final strength was given to him Sam lifted Frodo with no more difficulty than if he were carrying a hobbitchild pigaback in some romp on the lawns or hayfields of the Shire.... more