From the Desktop of Evenstar: Do you honestly think
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Just stop and listen. You know that we're long gone.
Far lost into a deep ocean of fear and doubt, never once thinking
that we'll make it home.
Please don't look at me like that. Like I'm your everything.
You know this has to be done. I can't stay. The ring is far to dangerous.
You must understand. I never wanted it to be this way, I never wanted to leave.
But I must, I have to, I must.
Please don't speak to me like that. Like you're heart is bent and broken.
You can move on, I'm sure. You'll surive. Go back. Go home.
I don't need your help.
I do need your help. I'm so lost, so confused. It's so hard...So heavy
Please don't come toward me. I have to go alone.
It's the only way. I want you here, but I don't want to be the death of you. It's so
dangerous, Samwise, this little golden thing. It calls your name, beckons you to take it,
dares you to try.
Please don't come any closer. I'm long, far gone. Twisted, bent, broken...I don't want to
hurt you. I'm not afraid of you, but afraid of what the ring is to you. Can't you see? It's hopeless now, I'll die, I know, and I don't want you there with me...
Please don't whisper such things. It only makes this worse. Harder to let go of all I desire.
Harder to say. Harder to say Good bye...
Please don't take my hand. I can't have second thoughts...For If I stay, I'm a danger to the company. To the very core of Middle-Earth...You have to see that
Please don't please don't kiss me like this. So tender, so sweet, so full of hope and love. So everything I need. So much depends on me, Samwise, on me and this dreadful ring.
Please don't hold me so close....
...It just makes me want to be near you always...
