Our fate has thence been decided
The Orcs are coming soon.
As far as our luck has taken us,
Our path has lead to doom.

I’ve seen you weaken day by day,
Alas, now your suffering’s through.
The ring no longer holds your mind
Since Shelob crept up on you.

She bound you tight, the hour is late,
Your soul now runs so free.
My quest was to go always with you
This time I can’t follow thee.

I wish we were back in the Shire
If only we were there!
How could the Fellowship fail?
This quest is so unfair!

I know what I must do now
I am loath to leave you here.
The Fate of the world depends on me
You are lost, I fear.

I must borrow Sting and the vial from you,
Only they can aid me now.
To you, dear Frodo, I will return
Some day, some way, somehow.

I cannot linger, no time to waste
For now I must go on.
Good-bye, my friend, though my heart lingers,
Now I must go on.

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