J.r.r. TolkienThen holding the star aloft and the bright sword advanced, Frodo, hobbit of the Shire, walked steadily down to meet the eyes.
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Then holding the star aloft and the bright sword advanced, Frodo, hobbit of the Shire, walked steadily down to meet the eyes. is a quote from J.R.R Tolkien’s The Lord of the Rings, in which Frodo (a hobbit) goes to Mordor (the place where all evil comes from). It is a quote about how to get through tough times when you are in danger or when you think that your life can not be saved.
Source: The Two Towers
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