The Prophecy

Frodo thinks about the prophecy that changed his life, just a few steps away from Mount Doom. Frodo/Sam. POV. Spoilers!

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The Seer Speaks…

I have never, never mistrusted Gandalf and I know he has never lied to me. But when he has gone I can't ask him whether me and Sam with live through this, live to remember this.

Yenillor morne

Out of the Black Years

So I can't think of them as the past times, the dark times, the depressed times, when hope was a lie and darkness a state of mind.

"Frodo."

"Yes, Sam?" I stand up and he looks at me, his brown eyes shining with more words than he could ever think of.

Tulinte I quettar

Come the words

"I was wondering." He stopped, as if it were a sentence. "Well. If we were ever going to get out alive."

I look up at him. I have never seen Sam as depressed as this before.

"I can't comfort you." I say, softly.

Tercano nuruva

The Herald of Death

I see death in his eyes then, hopeless and I know it shines out in mine. I take his hand and he gives it a weak pressure.

"Never feel you can't say anything," I whisper. "But…"

Hlasta! Qyetes

Listen – it speaks to

Sam listens, but then feels the need to cut in, "But, we're going to die."

"No." We will never die, except… I do not say my thoughts aloud, but Sam knows. Sam always knows.

Hfirimain:
those who were not born to die.

"We weren't born to die just now." He whispers it. "I'll always be there." He pauses, then laughs abruptly. "Do you know how many times I've said that?"

I nod and we laugh and talk as if the shadow, the Ringspell has left our lives forever.

The Ringspell…

I know it will come back.

-End-

This is the third of a series of Lord of the Rings songs I shall do from the Fellowship of the Ring soundtrack. They belong to their respective owners.

The Prophecy – Words and Music by Philippa Boyens and Howard Shore. Translation by David Salo.