Try Again
I looked up as the stable-door opened, and Sam entered. My master carried half an apple in his hand, and I secretly hoped that he was saving it for me. Sure enough, as he held the fruit out to me he gave me a scratch between the ears with his free hand.
'You'll try again, won't you, lad?' he said quietly. 'You'll leave this place with all the Elves and come with Sam, won't you?'
I nickered, butting his shoulder with my head as I finished the last of the apple. Of course I didn't want to leave, but if Sam needed me, then I would come willingly. I had made it this far without injury or death. Of course I would try again.