West of the Moon
A Tolkien Fanfiction Archive
This one Time
Sam comforts Frodo on the Fields of Cormallen.
Can I take your pain away? May I hold you, now that it’s over and done? Will you turn to me now that the battle is won? Let me take your pain away. Can I touch your face and hands? May I kiss you, now that you’re freed from sorrow? Will you kiss me back and not think of tomorrow? Let me touch your face and hands. Can I warm your mouth and your skin? May I soothe your anguish with my tongue and breath? Will you stay in my arms and find some rest? Let me warm your mouth and your skin. Can I swallow your hurt and fear? May I take within me your living force? Will you spend yourself completely with no remorse? Let me swallow your hurt and fear. Can I draw you into my heart? May I use my own body to soothe your soul? Will you hold onto to me and come back from the cold? Let me draw you into my heart. Can I be what you need this time? May I comfort you thus after all you’ve borne? Will you trust me to keep your heart untorn? Let me be what you need this one time…