Proud was I when I was chosen to bear the heroes on their journey. No more purposeless drifting, no more quotidian ferry-service; I was given a destiny to fulfil. The heroes would find me a swift and sturdy servant, and so I was to them.
Until Boromir fell, and they chose me to bear him to the sea. Which, okay, a great honour you do me, but over the freakin' Falls of Rauros? Hel-LO! If anything of me larger than a match-stick washes up in Rohan, build of my bones a baggage-cart, for I'm never going near a river again.