The Return of the King
J.R.R. TOLKIEN: With a gasp Frodo cast himself on the ground. Sam sat by him. To his surprise he felt tired but lighter, and his head seemed clear again. No more debates disturbed his mind. He knew all the arguments of despair and would not listen to them. His will was set, and only death would break it. He felt no longer either desire or need of sleep, but rather of watchfulness. He knew that all the hazards and perils were now drawing together to a point: the next day would be a day of doom, the day of final effort or disaster, the last gasp.
PIPPIN: I didn’t think it would end this way.
GANDALF: End? No, the journey doesn’t end here. Death is just another path, one that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass, and then you see it.
PIPPIN: What, Gandalf, See what?
GANDALF, smiling: White shores and beyond, a far green country under a swift sunrise.
PIPPIN: Well, that isn’t so bad.
GANDALF: No, no it isn’t.
GIMLI: Never thought I’d die fighting side-by-side with an elf.
LEGOLAS: What about side-by-side with a friend.
GIMLI: Aye, I could do that.
SAM: Do you remember The Shire, Mr. Frodo? It’ll be Spring soon, and the orchards will be in blossom, and the birds will be nestin’ in the hazel thicket, and they’ll be sowin’ the summer barley in the lower fields, and eatin’ the first of the strawberries with cream. Do you remember the taste of strawberries?
FRODO: No Sam. I can’t recall the taste of food, nor the sound of water, or the touch of grass, I’m naked in the dark.. there’s.. there’s nothing.. no vail.. between me, and the wheel of fire. I can see him with my waking eyes!
SAM: Then let us be rid of it, once and for all! Come on, Mr. Frodo. I can’t carry it for you, but I can carry you! Come on!
FRODO: 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.
GANDALF: Farewell, my brave Hobbits. My work is now finished. Here at last, on the shores of the sea, comes the end of our fellowship. I will not say do not weep, for not all tears are an evil. … It is time, Frodo.
SAM: What does he mean?
FRODO: We set out to save The Shire, Sam, and it has been saved..but not for me.
SAM: You don’t mean that..you can’t leave.
FRODO, hands Sam the Red Book: The last pages are for you, Sam.
Frodo hugs Merry, then Pippin, and finally Sam, who he kisses on the forehead. He turns and walks towards Gandalf, who leads him onto the ship. Once on the ship, he turns and smiles back at his friends, and turns and walks away. The ship departs. Merry and Pippin begin to walk away, and Sam watches the ship leave.
Sam returns to the Shire, to his home, where he embraces his daughter and his wife
FRODO, voice over: 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.
SAM: Well, I’m back.
J.R.R. TOLKIEN: And the ship went out into the High Sea on into the West, until at last on a night of rain, Frodo smelled a sweet fragrance on the air and heard the sound of singing that came over the water. And then it seemed to him as in his dream in the house of Bombadil, the grey rain-curtain turned all to silver glass and was rolled back, and he beheld white shores and beyond them a far green country under a swift sunrise.
Wylie Burp to Fievel"WYLIE BURP: Just remember, Fievel – one man’s sunset is another man’s dawn. I don’t know what’s out there beyond those hills. But if you ride yonder… head up, eyes steady, heart open… I think one day you’ll find that you’re the hero you’ve been looking for."
-- Wylie Burp