I love Samwise Gamgee
"[Sam] cared no longer for Shagrat or Snaga or any other orc that was ever spawned. He longed only for his master, for one sight of his face or one touch of his hand.
"At last, weary and feeling finally defeated, he sat on a step below the level of the passage-floor and bowed his head into his hands. It was quiet, horribly quiet. The torch, that was already burning low when he arrived, sputtered and went out; and he felt darkness cover him like a tide. And then softly, to his own surprise, there at the end of his long journey and his grief, moved by a thought in his heart he could not tell, Sam began to sing.
"His voice sounded thin and quavering in the cold dark tower: the voice of a forlorn and weary hobbit that no listening orc could possibly mistake for the clear song of an Elven-lord...And then suddenly new strength rose in him, and his voice rang out, while words of his own came unbidden to fit the simple tune.
"'...Though here at journey's end I lie
in darkness buried deep,
beyond all towers strong and high,
beyond all mountains steep,
above all shadows rides the Sun
and Stars for ever dwell:
I will not say the Day is done,
nor bid the Stars farewell.'"
- The Return of the King, J.R.R. Tolkien
"At last, weary and feeling finally defeated, he sat on a step below the level of the passage-floor and bowed his head into his hands. It was quiet, horribly quiet. The torch, that was already burning low when he arrived, sputtered and went out; and he felt darkness cover him like a tide. And then softly, to his own surprise, there at the end of his long journey and his grief, moved by a thought in his heart he could not tell, Sam began to sing.
"His voice sounded thin and quavering in the cold dark tower: the voice of a forlorn and weary hobbit that no listening orc could possibly mistake for the clear song of an Elven-lord...And then suddenly new strength rose in him, and his voice rang out, while words of his own came unbidden to fit the simple tune.
"'...Though here at journey's end I lie
in darkness buried deep,
beyond all towers strong and high,
beyond all mountains steep,
above all shadows rides the Sun
and Stars for ever dwell:
I will not say the Day is done,
nor bid the Stars farewell.'"
- The Return of the King, J.R.R. Tolkien
posted by melilotnfosco | 9:30 PM
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I'd like to be like these characters in these stories we so love and are inspired by. But it takes work and discipline that I so far haven't been willing to put forth...
"He longed only for his master, for one sight of his face or one touch of his hand."
i understand.
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