A Last Debate (from the P.O.V. of Samwise Gamgee)
Our fate has thence been decided
The Orcs are coming soon
As far as our luck has taken us
Our path has lead to doom
I've seen you ewaken day by day
Alas, now your suffering's through
The ring no longer holds your mind
Since Shelob crept up on you
She bound you tight, the hour is late
Your soul now runs so free
My quest was to go always with you
This time I can't follow thee
I wish we were back in the Shire
If only we were there!
How could the Fellowship fail?
This quest is so unfair!
I know what I must do now
I am loath to leave you here
The fate of the world depends on me
You are lost, I fear
I must borrow Sting and the vial from you
Only they can aid me now
To you, dear Frodo, I will return
Someday, someway, somehow
I cannot linger, no time to waste
For now I must go on
Good-bye, my friend, though my heart lingers
Now I must go on.