"How lucky the elves are to live for so long," murmured Sam, a happy sigh escaping his lips as he thought of the opportunities that could come with such a long life. Though at hearing the tone in Legolas' voice, Sam looked up thoughtfully. "Mr. Frodo goes to the West too, to be with Mr. Bilbo, when everything ends." He smiled sadly, knowing that he'd miss his dear friend.
"If I can, I would do anything so that Mr. Frodo doesn't have to carry the Ring," Sam commented quietly, his voice dropping lower as they started to set foot onto the dirt roads of the Shire itself. "It was so hard for him, so difficult. I would do anything to make sure that he stays happy like he is now. That creature Gollum is no good, anyway, and if I do see him, I'd kill him, that's for sure." Sam's hatred of Gollum had been no secret, though no hobbit before had ever really talked about killing something. Sam just had never trusted that trickster whose only goal had been for taking the Ring, no matter how much he'd hurt Mr. Frodo.