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A/N: I am very sorry about the slowness in updating this fic. And I am also sorry to say that this isn't really a poem. It was just something I was messing around with while listening to Gladiator soundrack and musing on my next story.....
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Amrunofthesummercountry presents....
"You shouldn't be so serious Sam. Your face might freeze that way."
"Oh hush. There's naught to be pleased about at the moment, waitin' here to either walk another twenty miles or get back in those boats...."
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The boats! He'd be going back to the boats! Seizing this thought Sam spun around, ready to go running back to the boats to stop his master from whatever he was planning to do. Suddenly something whipped past his face, mere inches away. Sam cried out and toppled backwards, looking up at the orc arrow that had imbedded itself in the tree behind him.
On April 15th....
"Stay here, Pip. Don't move for anything. Promise me you won't move for anything!"
"But Merry-"
"Promise me!"
Pippin stared at his cousin in fear. He mouthed a few soundless words before managing "I promise....I promise, Merry."
Merry managed a grim smile. "Good lad." He moved to get out from beneath the shrubs. Pippin grabbed at his cousin's sleeve in horror.
"You're not! You're not!"
"I'm going to lead them away, Pip! Stay there! You promised!"
The fates of four hobbits may be seriously altered....
"Merry?! Where......how........." Frodo stammered. Merry wiped water from his eyes.
"Frodo! What are you doing? Pippin, Sam, the others........they are still......"
From the forest rang the cry of the horn of Gondor.
If one event had been changed....
"You've no choice, Merry! You cannot go back now, you'll be killed! You must come with me. I'm sorry, so terribly sorry...." Frodo turned away, leaning on the boat wall in despair. Merry blinked and stared at his cousin.
"Come where?" he choked.
"Mordor."
If the paths had been switched...
Sam forced his eyes open, though his head still throbbed painfully. Almost immediately he shut them, willing his waking to be a dream. Orcs.......orcs all around...
Would the end have been the same?
"What in the name of wonder is that thing, Frodo?!"
"It is Gollum," Frodo replied emotionlessly, as he played with the chain around his neck. Merry's eyes were drawn to it, the fingers wrapping around and around the fine silver, and at the bottom of it glittering gold, begging to be taking. It beckoned to Merry, enchanting him with its song.
Without Sam's hope......
"Let it go! Release it!" Frodo cried desperately, his hand flying to his sword hilt.
Without Merry's strength of will.....
All horses turned and fled, screaming as they went. The witch king, Lord of the Nazgul, servant of Sauron, was attacking the white city.
Frodo...
"I care not! Leave me here, I can go no further. I want to more of this, no more I tell you! Leave me here, so that I may find peace. Sam, dear Sam, forgive me......."
"You are going to have to grow up eventually, Master Brandybuck. Now climb down that cliff retrieve that so eloquently dropped."
"We cannot chose our paths, Merry, but we can choose how we want to walk them."
Merry...
"Did you know, cousin, that I absolutely abhor spiders? And now look where we are. I do believe someone is playing a rather nasty trick on me. Things cannot possible get any worse."
"Faramir? Boromir had a brother? This is a small world after all, is it not?"
"If you believe for one moment that I am going to stand here and watch you and that......that.......wretched creature carry on about an inanimate object then you, dear Frodo, are sadly mistaken. I am going back to find Pippin. Carry on without me, since your new guide is apparent so much more clever than I."
Sam...
"Get your stinkin' hands off of me! The world's a nasty place for the likes of you!"
"Mr. Pippin, that ain't no tree, or if it is then its of some sort that I've never heard of. Ain't natural for a tree to talk.......but then again I guess there's been stranger things to happen."
"Are you out there, Mr. Frodo? I wish I was with you instead of here....Oh, I'm just talkin' to the stars, Miss Eowyn, ma'am. Nothin' to concern yourself with."
Pippin....
"He made me promise......I kept my promise.......I kept it.......I did........why did I keep it?! Maybe I could have helped...."
"I suppose it is too late now to decide that I want to go home to the Shire and curl up in bed?"
"Listen to me! It isn't that way. It is this way. Do you not know geography, Sam? I suppose you were too busy reading up on lore to read many maps. My mum made me memorize piles of them........if I ever see her again, I shall kiss her feet and never put green dye in the laundry water again...."
Exchanged
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::cough:: Dreadfully sorry about that. That's what happens when you finish writing at 4 a.m. after watching one too many movie trailers....though it was rather fun...........^_^