Magic is tempting. The future is tempting. This is nothing new.
Though Frodo shies away from looking in the mirror, Sam jumps forward, hoping to see the Shire. At first he just sees stars, but he gasps when they melt away into a vision of a clear sky above trees waving in the breeze. The vision changes to Frodo, lying asleep under some rocks. Sam can see himself looking frantically for something, but he has no clue what’s going on. The trees come back again, but they’re being cut down. Sam yells at Ted Sandyman, who always cuts down trees.
-the Old Mill: One of those meaningful places in the Shire. Sam sees the trees around it coming down, but the building itself is no longer there.
With the exception of the Sackville-Bagginses, what other hobbit can we hate with such a loathe passion? Sam hates him, and there’s no better way to bond with him than mutually grumbling about the frustrating miller’s son.
Being reminded that he’s the miller’s son, why is he so intent on cutting down the trees near the mill? Wouldn’t a normal person like to have them around? When your priorities are this out of whack, we have no choice but to hate you.
Fellowship of the LATE: 87 pages
But does Sam see the past, present, or future? None can say.
Future. It’s the future. Because I know what happens.
“But now Sam noticed that the Old Mill had vanished, and a large red-brick building was being put up where it had stood. Lots of folk…”