Two Towers - Drabbled, The
21. The Choices of Master Samwise
I must see it through. All else matters not in endless dark to this indomitable spirit, formed of Shire earth.
Gilthoniel A Elbereth! A star to maim a spider; seared with intolerable light, she is gone.
And what now, dear Master? Kneeling, holding your hand, I cannot release it.
Do not leave me here alone!
Forgive your Sam, he must take up your burden. Bitter comfort now, the glimpse of your face, pale and fair, carried into the dark.
Orcs speak of an Elf-warrior. Despairing, I hear, ‘Never leave your master!’
You are taken. I have failed.
Forgive your Sam.
Gilthoniel A Elbereth! A star to maim a spider; seared with intolerable light, she is gone.
And what now, dear Master? Kneeling, holding your hand, I cannot release it.
Do not leave me here alone!
Forgive your Sam, he must take up your burden. Bitter comfort now, the glimpse of your face, pale and fair, carried into the dark.
Orcs speak of an Elf-warrior. Despairing, I hear, ‘Never leave your master!’
You are taken. I have failed.
Forgive your Sam.
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