Bracing himself, he gazes down the black road. Right then. Get in somehow, rescue Mister Frodo –
And then? The doubting inner voice, hesitant at first. Give It him back? When the burden's half-killing him already? You can carry It for him, Sam, strong as you are – the great Elf-warrior? Didn't you swear to look after him?
He sees it all – Gandalf beaming, Strider clapping him on the back, his old Gaffer grinning broadly – and Rosie's shy proud smile. Samwise the Strong, Hero of the Age...
Nonsense, Sam Gamgee. Now get on. Shaking his head, he continues doggedly down the path.