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"What? Me, alone, go to the Crack of Doom and all?" He quailed still, but the resolve grew. 
"What? Me take the Ring from him? The Council gave it to him."
But the answer came at once: "And the Council gave him companions, so that the errand should not fail. 
And you are the last of all the Company. The errand must not fail."

...

"Let me see now: if we're found here, or Mr. Frodo's found, and that Thing's on him, well, the Enemy will get it. 
And that's the end of all of us, of Lorien, and Rivendell, and the Shire and all. And there's no time to lose, 
or it'll be the end anyway. The war's begun, and more than likely things are all going the Enemy's way already. 
No chance to go back with It and get advice or permission. No, it's sit here till they come and kill me over master's body, 
and gets It: or take It and go." He drew a deep breath. "Then take It, it is!"

He stooped. Very gently he undid the clasp at the neck and slipped his hand inside Frodo's tunic; 
then with his other hand raising the head, he kissed the cold forehead, and softly drew the chain over it. 
And then the head lay quietly back again in rest. No change came over the still face, and by that more than by 
all other tokens Sam was convinced at last that Frodo had died and laid aside the Quest.

"Good-bye, master, my dear!" he murmured. "Forgive your Sam. He'll come back to this spot when the job's done - if he manages it. 
And then he'll not leave you again. Rest you quiet till I come; and may no foul creature come anigh you!
And if the Lady could hear me and give me one wish, I would wish to come back and find you again. Good-bye!"
And then he bent his own neck and put the chain upon it, and at once his head was bowed to the ground with the weight of the Ring, 
as if a great stone had been strung on him. But slowly, as if the weight became less, or new strength grew in him, 
he raised his head, and then with a great effort got to his feet and found that he could walk and bear his burden. 
And for a moment he lifted up the Phial and looked down at his master, and the light burned gently now with the soft radiance 
of the evening-star in summer, and in that light Frodo's face was fair of hue again, pale but beautiful with an elvish beauty, 
as of one who has long passed the shadows. And with the bitter comfort of that last sight Sam turned and hid the 
light and stumbled on into the growing dark.

- Two Towers, The Choices of Master Samwise