Our Quest
By: Celebrindal
A/N: This is a pretty old poem. . . extremely old. It may not even be a poem. But since my sister badgered me until just now, it's going up. If you don't like it. . . I'm sorry, but if you liked it, please review me and tell me.
I knew you'd try to come
And I had to prevent it
I can't let you come
Even though you holler at me to come back,
I can't put you in this much danger
For this is my Quest
And my Quest alone.
I hear a SPLASH behind me
And I turn to see you, dear Sam
Wading, though you don't know how to swim,
To catch my boat.
"Go back Sam! I'm going to Mordor alone," I say,
But you take no heed
"Of course you are! And I'm coming with you!"
Foolish Hobbit!
I don't listen to your ranting and raving
I am determined
Because this is my Quest
And mine alone
But when I look behind
To see you one last time
You disappear beneath the azure waves
Of the Anduin
Shock ripples through me
Sadness and pain
"SAM!" I holler, but no change comes over the surface
I paddle my boat
To where I last saw you,
And plunge my arm into the water, searching for you
And miraculously, my hand finds your arm, limp and lifeless
Yours doesn't
Now truly
This is my Quest
And mine alone
But what have I done?
Have I doomed you to a watery death?
With your last thought, "He didn't take me"
But then, I feel your fingers clasp my wrist
Never has anything been so happy for me
And I'm overjoyed as I pull you from the river
And into my boat
You splutter and cough and gasp for air
Then gaining your breath, you say
"I made a promise, Mr. Frodo, a promise!
"' Don't you lose 'im, Samwise Gamgee'
and I don't mean to. . . I don't mean to."
Touched by your determination, I pull you into a hug
"Oh Sam," I say, embracing you
And we cry in happiness on each other's shoulders
And when we part, I am dripping wet
But I don't care
I hand you an oar
And you grin in relief
We start paddling
And as we do
You break the silence and say
"Besides, this was a Quest made for friends"
I only smile as I think
Not my Quest
Not for me alone
Our Quest
A/N: This is a pretty old poem. . . extremely old. It may not even be a poem. But since my sister badgered me until just now, it's going up. If you don't like it. . . I'm sorry, but if you liked it, please review me and tell me.
I knew you'd try to come
And I had to prevent it
I can't let you come
Even though you holler at me to come back,
I can't put you in this much danger
For this is my Quest
And my Quest alone.
I hear a SPLASH behind me
And I turn to see you, dear Sam
Wading, though you don't know how to swim,
To catch my boat.
"Go back Sam! I'm going to Mordor alone," I say,
But you take no heed
"Of course you are! And I'm coming with you!"
Foolish Hobbit!
I don't listen to your ranting and raving
I am determined
Because this is my Quest
And mine alone
But when I look behind
To see you one last time
You disappear beneath the azure waves
Of the Anduin
Shock ripples through me
Sadness and pain
"SAM!" I holler, but no change comes over the surface
I paddle my boat
To where I last saw you,
And plunge my arm into the water, searching for you
And miraculously, my hand finds your arm, limp and lifeless
Yours doesn't
Now truly
This is my Quest
And mine alone
But what have I done?
Have I doomed you to a watery death?
With your last thought, "He didn't take me"
But then, I feel your fingers clasp my wrist
Never has anything been so happy for me
And I'm overjoyed as I pull you from the river
And into my boat
You splutter and cough and gasp for air
Then gaining your breath, you say
"I made a promise, Mr. Frodo, a promise!
"' Don't you lose 'im, Samwise Gamgee'
and I don't mean to. . . I don't mean to."
Touched by your determination, I pull you into a hug
"Oh Sam," I say, embracing you
And we cry in happiness on each other's shoulders
And when we part, I am dripping wet
But I don't care
I hand you an oar
And you grin in relief
We start paddling
And as we do
You break the silence and say
"Besides, this was a Quest made for friends"
I only smile as I think
Not my Quest
Not for me alone
Our Quest