Sam watches Frodo volunteer to take the Ring to Mordor.
The noon bell sang through the air, breaking the waterfalls' music, and still they talked on. Now, I'm no fool, and I like tales more than most, but there's a time for stories and there's a time for action.
And we all knew this was a time for action.
Who would go? Aye, that's why they'd been talking all morning. And still they asked. Elves, dwarves, that one man -- and Bilbo, volunteering to go all on his own? That's foolishness; he's too old.
"I shall take the ring."
On your feet, Sam-lad! "Not alone," I declare. "Not without me."