"It would not bring him back. Nothing would. They had better both be dead together. And that too would be a lonely journey. He looked on the bright point of the sword. He thought of the places behind where there was a black brink and an empty fall into nothingness. There was no escape that way. That was to do nothing, not even to grieve. That was not what he had set out to do. 'What am I to do then?' he cried again, and now he seemed plainly to know the hard answer: see it through. Another lonely journey, and the worst." - J.R.R. Tolkien, The Two Towers

Farewell, to you, my beloved Master, Gone at last where your servant cannot follow. I stand at the edge of a great abyss, Clutching hopelessly the pieces of my broken heart. I fall and weep for an eternity, shamelessly, Until I am left with nothing but the emptiness inside. I stare down the point of my sword, For that way lies only more emptiness, Peace in cowardice is worthless. I bend and kiss your white forehead, Tears of mourning fall upon the pallor of your face. Beggin' your pardon, my Master, but I must take The Lady's glass, For all will be darkness to me, forever. Also I take this, your Burden, Master, That it may weight my less worthy neck. I didn't choose this unhappy fate. Nor did you, my Master, nor Bilbo before you. It was thrust upon him long ago in Gollum's dank and musty cave, On you in a dim, dark Hobbit-hole.

So on I must go, without you forever, Dead inside, yet thirsting for vengeance. Goodbye, my Master, Farewell to you in these hard, cold lands.