Goodbye
Do you hear me, Mr. Frodo? Sam wondered as he lay on the quickly fading mound of rock in the middle of the sea of lava. Can you see me? Or feel the heat growing about you? He looked at his beloved master with a wanton smile. He was there with him at the end of all things. He had done his duty, but he felt that he had not done it to his best. With one last glance, he closed his eyes. They would die. Sam let himself leave consciousness, missing the sight of hope that swooped from behind.