Words beneath a dappled sky

I'll hold to you fast,
somehow I'll pull us through,
As a bird with broken wings will still drag though the ash.
As long as my legs will carry me,
I'll carry you.

Nearly to the goal but exhausted and overcome, Frodo's helplessness in the grip of darkness and Sam's faithfulness to see them both through to the end.

Carrying
( For your sake I will spend my last breath )
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Slopes of Ash
( How can I bear your eyes aching for tears when none will come - I want to feel pity for you, Sam, but I cannot... )
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