Empty Strands of Words, a lord of the rings fanfic

Hello, all. If you are wondering what happened to The Mind's Entanglement, chapter 7 will be out tomorrow, along with a full explanation for the delay. But for now...

Summary: In case you are wondering, it is Sam speaking to Frodo, but that is the only explanation I owe you. It's fourteen lines. I trust you can figure it out for yourselves. And, no, it is not slash.

Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings, Frodo, or Sam, but I do own Elijah, or will in the very near future.

Warnings: El Zippo

Author's Note: This is in the Shakespearean sonnet form, so you can imagine how very pleased I am with myself. I actually wrote it after viewing RotK on dvd for the first time, in about 20 minutes. Granted, the last two lines vary from the iambic pentameter, but that was done purposefully. Now, I have two versions of the sonnet. Why? Well, I am a great lover of Shakespearean words such as thee and thy, but, as my friends have told me repeatedly, the rest of the world, for the most part, does not share in my opinion. Therefore, I have my first one in what I have eloquently dubbed the "Thee/Thy Form" and my second in the "Normal Form."

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The strings of my words of false light

Weave themselves into the rope by which I

Shall hang. So I trace the stars of the night,

Hoping to find the phoenix in the sky.

But starlight shimmers on thy pale skin, cold;

Thy hair a dark reflection of the moon.

I doubt thy eyes again shall light behold.

Thy ev'ry breath brings near thy final doom.

I long to see thy eyes of palest blue

Reflect the sun like peaceful, shim'ring pool.

To think I should not hear the sorr'ful hue

Of graceful ribbons from thy short'ning spool!

These empty strands of words are all I have to give;

With them, I bind myself to thee, to die or live.

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The strings of my words of false light

Weave themselves into the rope by which I

Shall hang. So I trace the stars of the night,

Hoping to find the phoenix in the sky.

But starlight shimmers on your pale skin, cold;

Your hair a dark reflection of the moon.

I doubt your eyes again shall light behold.

Your ev'ry breath brings near your final doom.

I long to see your eyes of palest blue

Reflect the sun like peaceful, shim'ring pool.

To think I should not hear the sorr'ful hue

Of graceful ribbons from your short'ning spool!

These empty strands of words are all I have to give;

With them, I bind myself to you, to die or live.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Please read and review! (and offer words of guidance, because my formatting is really screwed up!)