"Before you came along, we Bagginses were very well thought-of. Never had any adventures or did anything unexpected." "If you're referring to the incident with the dragon, I was barely involved. All I did was give your uncle a little nudge out of the door."
The hobbit that raised me. My first crush, my first favorite character, the first fictionaly being I wept for, and the hobbit that introduced me to fantasy, to glorious battles and epic journeys, to a better way of living. Thanks, Frodo. You'll always be my favorite.
"Stand! stand!" he cried desperately. "Running is no use."...Then Frodo's heart flamed with him, and without thinking what he did, whether it was folly or despair or courage, he took the Phial in his left hand, and with his right hand drew his sword. Sting flashed out, and the sharp elven-blade sparkled in the silver light, but at its edges a blue fire flickered. Then holding the star aloft and the bright sword advanced, Frodo, hobbit of the Shire, walked steadily down to meet the eyes.