‘I don’t like anything here at all,’ said Frodo, ‘step or stone, breath or bone. Earth, air and water all seem accursed. But so our path is laid.’
‘Yes, that’s so,’ said Sam. ‘And we shouldn’t be here at all, if we’d known any more about it before we’d started. But i suppose it’s often that way. The braves things in the old tales and songs, Mr Frodo: adventures as I used to call them. I used to think they were things the wonderful folk of the stories went and looked for, because they wanted them, because they were exciting, and life was a bit dull, a kind of sport, as you might say. But that’s not the way of it with the tales that really mattered, or the ones which stay in the mind. Folk seem to have just landed in them, usually – their paths were laid that way, as you put it. But i expect they had lots of chances, like us, of turning back, only they didn’t. And if they had, we shouldn’t know, because they’d have been forgotten. We hear about those as went on – and not all to a good end, mind you; at least not to what folk inside a story and not outside it would call a good end. You know, coming home, and finding things all right, though not quite the same – like old Mr. Bildo. But those aren’t always the best tales to hear, though they may be the best tales in get landed in! I wonder what sort of tale we’ve fallen into?’
‘I wonder’, said Frodo. ‘But I don’t know. And that’s the way of a real tale. Take anyone that you’re fond of. You may know, or guess, what kind of tale it is, happy ending or sad ending, but the people in it don’t know. And you don’t want them to.’
This above excerpt was taken from ‘The Two Towers: The Lord of The Rings Part 2’ by J. R. R. Tolkien.
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