Flight to the Ford
Your Frodo's made of sterner stuff than I had guessed, though Gandalf hinted that it might prove so. He is not slain, and I think he will resist the evil power of the wound longer than his enemies will expect. (243)
He bitterly regretted his foolishness, and reproached himself for weakness of will; for he now perceived that in putting on the Ring he obeyed not his own desire but the commanding wish of his enemies. (244)
The reminder of Bilbo's first successful adventure was heartening. (252)
Troll sat alone on his seat of stone . . . [see pages 253-4]
To Frodo it appeared that a white light was shining through the form and raiment of the rider, as if through a thin veil. (257)
