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No one answered. The noon-bell rang. Still no one spoke. Frodo glanced at all the faces, but they were not turned to him. 
All the Council sat with downcast eyes, as if in deep thought. A great dread fell on him, 
as if he was awaiting the pronouncement of some doom that he had long foreseen and vainly hoped might after all never be spoken.
An overwhelming longing to rest and remain at peace by Bilbo's side in Rivendell filled all his heart. 
At last with an effort he spoke, and wondered to hear his own words, as if some other will was using his small voice.
"I will take the Ring," he said, "though I do not know the way."
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[Elrond:] "But it is a heavy burden. So heavy that none could lay it on another. I do not lay it on you. But if you take it freely, 
I will say that your choice is right; and though all the mighty elf-friends of old, Hador, and Húrin, and Túrin, and Beren 
himself were assembled together your seat should be among them."

"But you won't send him off alone surely, Master?" cried Sam, unable to contain himself any longer, 
and jumping up from the corner where he had been quietly sitting on the floor.

"No indeed!" said Elrond, turning towards him with a smile. "You at least shall go with him. It is hardly possible to separate you 
from him, even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not."

- The Fellowship of the Ring, The Council of Elrond