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Sam doesn't understand.

He holds me tight when I cry, and whispers that it'll all be alright. He clasps my icy hands in his, and kisses the fingertips and tries with all his breath and life to comfort me when all I can see is the blackness. He puts up with the poisoned words I say when it's dark and I think he can't hear.

He even tries to put with Gollum, for me.

But he can't understand. And he doesn't know that when I weep into his cloak, in my hand it is the ring I clench so tight.