The Return of the King Page #2

And his hero's cloak!

Lost 'em with the Ring

while doing battle, he did.

They're safe with me

till I find you again, master!

He can't hear.

Half dead, behind walls of stone.

Serve me, Sting, till I can return you.

Here now.

What's this?

Dank and foul-smelling...

...but it may be a way in.

I've got through!

So I've finally crossed into Mordor.

Orcs in the tower!

Old Bilbo called them Goblins.

But whatever the name,

I loathe the vile creatures.

Fighting among themselves?

I could get in!

They wouldn't notice me!

The Ring holds me back?

True.

Once the Orcs saw me...

...they'd forget their own arguments

for the head of an enemy!

Useless to face such odds.

Don't take any chances.

Destroy the thing yourself.

I do it for you, Frodo!

I must be ring bearer now!

"The bearer of the Ring

"The wearer of the Ring

"Stands on the very brink of fate

"Staring into eyes of darkness and despair

"That rise and shrink with hate"

I can feel you change

as we draw near the great furnaces...

...where in the depths of time,

you were shaped and formed.

Mount Doom!

I could claim you, Ring!

I would be Samwise the Strong!

"The bearer of the Ring

"The wearer of the Ring

"He hears a voice compelling him

"Filling him with thoughts

That echo in his mind

"It should be telling him

"Beware the power

is a power never known

"Beware the power that was simple

"Now has grown

"Beware, bearer of the Ring

"The final power has yet to be shown

"The bearer of the Ring

"The wearer of the Ring

"Through forces tempting to resist

"Must recall the quest

"To end this darkest age

"That mortal death has kissed

"The bearer of the Ring

"The wearer of the Ring

"Beware who wears the Ring"

Hail Samwise the Strong!

Hail the Conqueror!

Hail the War-King!

Hero of the Age!

To the Dark Tower!

To Barad-dur!

I claim thee, Barad-dur!

You are Sauron's no more!

Hail Samwise the Strong!

The sun shines for thee alone!

And now I claim all

of the Vale of Gorgoroth!

Now let this foul desolation...

...this cursed plateau

of the Dark Lord, Sauron...

...this Orc-infested,

desert of nameless horrors...

...let it blossom forth, and live!

Let it live for Samwise the Strong!

Samwise the Strong!

Behold!

The gardens of my delight!

So I shall transform the world!

All could be mine...

...if I but claim thee, Ring!

No!

What brought me back?

Plain Hobbit sense.

I know in my heart I'm not

enough to bear such a burden.

One small garden of a free gardener...

...is all my need and due.

My own hands to use...

...not the hands of others to command.

No, such a quest is not for me.

Frodo lives.

And only he knows

how to destroy the Ring...

...in the Cracks of Doom.

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