Ties and emotions are built on memories, and sometimes he is afraid that maybe he would forget, the way Smeagol forgot his family and friends. All the one who loved him. More than pain or death, he thinks, that is worse.

Frodo places the bulb in the hole he dug before gently sweeping some loose soil over it. He rests his arms on his knees and watches Will help him dig for a moment, hoping maybe to learn the better technique. "Isn't it a good feeling to be so close to the earth?"