Soli Deo gloria
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Lord of the Rings.
Soooo I'm rereading the Lord of the Rings series. I am the Samwise Gamgee friend. Just sayin'.
'Master, Master,' cried Sam. He was close behind, his own sword drawn and ready. 'Stars and glory! But the Elves would make a song of that, if ever they heard of it! And may I live to tell them and hear them sing.'
A song of Samwise's charge twice against Shelob.
To the She whom no Race of Middle-earth could face down
No protection could be offered by shield or Orc-spear or Man-crown
The greatest Dread of all the Gates, save the Eye
Lets no living creature pass Her by
.
Her stinging fang, her beastly flesh, her disgusting stench
Her clustered eyes driving to death by fear many a wretch
None should escape her for never unleft is the job
Of sucking the life-marrow out of the captured of Shelob
.
To dare to pass her lair unscathed
Is to escape death, so must be spirit, wraith
But 'twas no apparition who faced her that day
Just the stout-hearted courage of Samwise Gamgee
.
To protect the prone body of a Master, to defend
The Ring-Bearer he'd sworn allegiance to, his leader, his friend
Samwise Gamgee of Bagshot Row of the Shire
Loyal companion, unbending servant, heart of a squire
.
With light of Eärendil brought force as a shield
The blue-lightning of Sting as now his to yield
Against such an ancient creature as She
So came the desperate courage of Samwise Gamgee
.
She was unable stand against this one-man army
His sword burst through her many-folded belly
Through such tough hide he slew forth several inches at least
Sticking through many layers deep into the beast
.
Yet before this blow to Her eyes he flew
Into great darkness a cluster he drew
The vengeance fire burned in Sam's steady eyes
As the cold wind blew off his dead Master nearby
.
Shelob faced not a foe in so long
So steady in his moves, his strokes hard and strong
She withdrew in defeat against this onslaught
Against the Star, the Sword, and Sam, fight she could not
.
So skulking into the shadows to nurse Her wounds
Lost in her caverns, gone from sight of sun and moon
In triumph blazed the might of Samwise
For hard-fought but won stood victory long in his eyes
"Sam? Sam? But what do you think of it?" Frodo wondered aloud.
Samwise bit his lip; his thoughts couldn't be brought to his trembling lips. Though they sat in the warm sun of the Shire, he was brought back to those terrible days along the outskirts of Mordor. Flooding back to him came thoughts of great sadness, anguish, anger, and desperate courage. Were it not for his Master, Sam was sure that he wouldn't have been able to face off such a loathsome, ancient creature such as that terrible Shelob.
Finally, when words came to him, he said, "P-pardon old Sam, Frodo. It's just . . . I remember I thought to myself, once it all passed and I could think about it and breathe a little and mull on it, as it were, if I'd ever be so lucky as to hear someone makin' a song about it, one of these days. . . It—it sounded like an adventure someone outta put in a song, if you get my meaning, Mr. Frodo. To hear it now . . . I'm bumbling like a baby. Shame on me." The hobbit wiped his brown hand across his eyes and chuckled to himself. To Frodo, "It's a mighty nice bit 'o rhyme, Mr. Frodo. Better'n I've made. Better'n the Elves; better, for hearing it from you."
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