You’re standing there again Frodo and I know what you’re thinking. I see it in your eyes. One small step and there won’t be no more hurtin’.
You wanted to go and leave me – to go where I cannot – but you know better now. I told you that the first time as you crept so close to the wall’s edge it give me the shakes.
I begged you to come back, but you was sure. “No Sam,” you says. “This time you cannot follow.”
But I can, an’ sure as breathing, I will, if you don’t come away from there.