And that will keep you as busy and as happy as anyone can be, as long as your part in the Story goes on.
You will be the Mayor, of course, as long as you want to be, and the most famous gardener in history and you will read things out of the Red Book, and keep alive the memory of the age that is gone, so that people will remember the Great Danger, and so love their beloved land all the more. Your hands and your wits will be needed everywhere. And also you have Rose, and Elanor and Frodo-lad will come, and Rosie-lass, and Merry, and Goldilocks, and Pippin and perhaps more that I cannot see. But you are my heir: all that I had and might have had I leave to you. It must often be so, Sam, when things are in danger: some one has to give them up, lose them, so that others may keep them. I tried to save the Shire, and it has been saved, but not for me. 'But,' said Sam, and tears started in his eyes, 'I thought you were going to enjoy the Shire, too, for years and years, after all you have done.'
You have so much to enjoy and to be, and to do.' You will have to be one and whole, for many years. Though you too were a Ring-bearer, if only for a little while. Not yet, anyway, not further than the Havens. “Where are you going, Master?' cried Sam, though at last he understood what was happening.
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