Disclaimer: I own nothing except my really whacked out head. And the more I write about poor Frodo, the more I want to kiss his tears away hehehe.
A/N: I wrote this when thinking about Sam's wish to find Frodo again in Shelob's lair and also when he asks for simple water and light.
It is a poem about Sam but it entwines the whole Lady wishing aspect to it. It's about his whole outlook on the journey and the sacrifices he makes.
Sam(I Wish The Lady...)
It seems to be
That the only one
He worries about
Is not himself
And in his large
And stubborn heart
He knows they'll win
Without a doubt
But he must convince
His master of
This hard to believe
Uncertain fact
And even though
They've fallen down
So many times
They can't turn back
His rationed food
He gives freely of
To the tired hobbit
Stumbling on
Leading him
Through thick and thin
To only stop
When his hope is gone
And even as
The sun sets red
And all the fires
Erupt in flame
His master's back
The quest is done
That's all he'll ever
Think again
And just as he lay
His silent head
And grasps the hand
He knows so dear
Ash ridden air
Begins to choke
"The end" as said
Is coming near
But now he wakes
In silken sheets
Believing this been all a dream
Prefering rather
To not admit
The atrocities
He's heard and seen
But then he looks
Across the room
And sees that loved
And bandaged hand
And up to find
The gentle laughter
Of an old amusing man
"Hello Sleepyhead" says a wry smile
Escaping under his own sheets
"How are you this Morn?
I'm glad that wasn't,
The only time we'd ever meet."
And now he lays
His silent head
But to let his heart
Explode and soar
To have him back
And be alive
Is more the he could've asked her for.
-Melanie
A/N: Hope you liked! Please review!-Melanie