On the stairs to Cirith Ungol Sam and Frodo talk (err... sing) about the story they're in. Written to the tune of R. Kelly's "The World's Greatest.
Sam:
Luth'en, for Beren, sought her a Silm'ril-
Danced before Morgoth, lulled him with her skill.
Beren came to her, freed jewel with his knife;
Their tale continues beyond this world's life.
And like Bilbo said so long ago,
That same tale lives, it lives on today.
See that light in elven-glass,
It's from tales out of the past,
Fë'nor's glory, it's the same story.
And see that star up in the sky,
Shining down on you and I:
That's Fë'nor's glory, aye, it's the same story.
Frodo:
I'm just a hobbit, only a half-man.
What right do I have? I am no Beren.
You sing of great lords, worthy of great song.
But my dear Samwise, do we there belong?
In that tale that marches through the years?
The tale goes on, but without you and me.
I see that light in elven-glass,
Know it comes from ages past,
But Fë'nor's glory, it's not my story.
And yes, that star up in the sky,
Shining down on you and I:
It's Fë'nor's glory, but not my story.
Sam:
When we join that list we'll have some rest,
And sleep, and hale work in the morn.
Then the flowers of my garden fair
Will bloom like the world's just been reborn.
Frodo:
Perhaps that light in elven-glass,
Precious beacon from the past,
Fë'nor's glory can help my story.
Sam:
That ship sailing cross the sky
Was sent to shine on you and I:
Aye, Fë'nor's glory, it's still our story.
When the story's done and told,
All those great Elf-friends of old,
From times hoary, they'll say it's your story.
Yes, that light in elven-glass
And that ship from ages past,
Fë'nor's glory: they're all our story.