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For Mistress Impudence Took

Summary: Frodo and Sam attempt to rebuild their old lives after the Scouring of the Shire.

Denial

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Such joy to be in dear Bag End

And living with my loyal Friend

His sweet Rose lives here with us too

We’ll start our lives in Shire anew

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I’m glad to see my Master well

The Shire can only help dispel

The Shadow that still tries to strike

At his dear heart and soul alike

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It helps to write in Bilbo’s Book

Of all the journeys that we took

Of lasting friendships that we made

Although I fear the price I paid

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My Master’s not left home today

And nothing that his Sam can say

Will make him greet the morning light

I hope he’s feeling quite all right

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With quill and ink in study bright

Of Wraiths and rangers do I write

My dear Friend brings me cakes and tea

His comfort always soothing me

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I find it hard to understand

Why hobbit folk throughout the land

Don’t want to hear of Master’s deeds

Too busy with their own small needs!

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I tarry in my study still

I just can’t seem to find the will

To mix in Shire society

It seems so far removed from me

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I see my Frodo trying hard

His many trials to discard

So I don’t know why it should be

That I feel such anxiety

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I think that I have worried Sam

He seems to sense how still I am

I really ought to try much more

To get myself outside the door

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Dear Mr Frodo sat a while

In blooming garden of the Smial

It’s nice to see him out that room

It helps to trim away his gloom

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The time I spent outside was good

It really helped to lift my mood

Oh what a joy the blooms to see

My Sam is far too good to me

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I think he’s feeling better now

I’ve not seen sorrow on his brow

No weeds of pain shall blight his path

As long as I can make him laugh

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September has now gone away

I fear the next October day

Shall bring an Anniversary

That may steal all the joy from me

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I found him looking very strange

And dread consumed me at the change

When in his trance he did reveal

His wounds would never fully heal

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Oh curse this horror and despair

I wish Sam had not seen it there

Upon my face that dreadful day

I’ll fight this gloom! And here I’ll stay

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It seems he’s once more on the mend

The Ring will never comprehend

That even as it sows its seeds

His Sam is here to choke its weeds

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The curse has lifted for a while

It’s easier for me to smile

And reassure my faithful Sam

Of how much better that I am

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Oh how it makes this Gamgee glad

His Master is no longer sad

His Light burst forth when I did say

A little ‘un was on its way

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I cannot wait to hear the sound

Of Gamgee children all around

And though my dreams be dark and fey

This Gamgee babe holds them at bay

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By all the stars! It’s come to pass

The babe is here and it’s a lass

But naming’s not what I’m made for

So Frodo's called her Elanor

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Elanor-lass is a delight

Her sweet laugh sets my soul alight

But I fear that it’s not enough

This growing pain I can’t rebuff

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My lass adores Uncle Frodo

She turns his pale face all aglow

With loving smiles and twinkling eyes

As she for his attention vies

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I spoke with Rose the other day

And soon I will be on my way

But Sam I fear I’ve yet to tell

He thinks I’m off to Rivendell

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Oh blessed stars he’s feeling well

And off to visit Rivendell

I’ll follow him a little while

Before returning to the Smial

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The Book for me is now complete

I have accepted my defeat

If I stay here my soul shall fade

Despite the efforts Sam has made

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Strider the pony’s ready now

Though Frodo smiles I sense somehow

That deep within my dreading heart

This day will tear my soul apart

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I think Sam knows this is the end

I hope he can forgive his Friend

Although he toiled so very long

To heal me, I am not that strong

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Perhaps I’m just imagining

The pain and woe this day might bring

My hobbit sense at last has fled

If I’m consumed by senseless dread

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I feel the need a song to sing

And Elven voices answers bring

It’s time to let my dear Sam know

Forever to the West I go

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The Elves are here and suddenly

Their song does not sound sweet to me

It makes me want to yell and cry

It’s truth confirmed in Frodo’s eye

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So now the truth must be revealed

It can no longer be concealed

My dearest Sam forgive me please

There is no way your pain to ease

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Author’s note: This poem is a ‘gap filler’ for the time between ‘Oh Mister Frodo’ and ‘My Dearest Sam’.

This is the last of the 'doom and gloom' Frodo and Sam odes that I shall write, because they're just too depressing, IMHO!