" And here he was a little halfling from the Shire, a simple hobbit of the quiet countryside, expected to find a way where the great ones could not go, or dared not go. It was an evil fate. But he had taken it on himself in his own sitting-room in the far-off spring of another year, so remote now that it was like a chapter in a story of the world's youth, when Trees of Silver and Gold were still in bloom. This was an evil choice. Which way he choose? And if both led to terror and death, what good lay in choice? "

― J.R.R. Tolkien , The Two Towers (The Lord of the Rings, #2)