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 great 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.’

so maybe i don’t have a “ring” so to speak – to carry. i do, just like frodo, have a calling. a road i must walk.

and again, just like frodo, i do not know the way.

Father, i am sorry. i’ve wandered from my path. ive compromised.

forgive me?