Disclaimer – Lord of the Rings is owned by J.R.R. Tolkien, his family, New Line cinema, etc . I have written this poem for my own enjoyment.

This poem is also dedicated to Antane and her rampaging plot bunnies.

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Summary: Well, the title says it all, doesn’t it?

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Reunion!

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Dearest Sam you are here at last!

My heart delights my Joy is vast

Your presence here in Valinor

Is all that I have waited for

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Oh Mister Frodo is it true

That I am now returned to you

I can’t believe my eyes m’dear

It’s just a lovely dream I fear

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‘Tis not a dream my dearest Sam

Believe your eyes for here I am

We stand together on this shore

Reunited for ever more

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Oh Mister Frodo what a gift

Your dear face does my spirits lift

You seem so happy and carefree

Just like you always used to be

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Oh Sam the poison that did dwell

Is gone, the Elves have made me well

The Valar banished all my pain

Their grace has made me smile again

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Oh Sir that does me good to hear!

I wish you’d never known such fear

But now it’s gone, there’s no more dread

That cursed Thing is finally dead!

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Sam that is not completely true

A part of It resides in you

But do not fear for you will find

It soon shall vanish from your mind

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Dear Mister Frodo I’m not scared

Whatever’s next your Sam’s prepared

As long as I can turn and see

Your glowing Light is next to me

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My Sam from this day on I swear

That ever will you find me there

And your own glowing golden Light

Will never stray far from my sight

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Oh Sir that makes your Sam rejoice

To know that your beloved voice

Shall always greet my every day

That helps to take my pain away

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Sam mine are not the only hands

To aid you in Undying Lands

Gandalf is here and all the Elves

Will want to see you for themselves

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Why Mister Frodo surely not

Oh what a fright your Sam just got!

All those grand Elves and Gandalf too

Have no doubt better things to do!

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My dear Sam you have still not learned!

Your place in Valinor is earned

They shall be honoured to assist

So your protests must now desist

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All right then Sir I’ll do my best

Because it is at your request

To have such folk my hurts extract!

The honour’s mine and that’s a fact

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Dear Sam it will not be too long

‘Til hurts have fled for you are strong

Soon you shall know the Valar’s grace

In this enchanted happy place

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Begging your pardon Frodo Sir

Their grace does now inside me stir

For I can now my Friend behold

In joyful arms his form enfold

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My Sam it is so good to hear

Your hobbit voice and willing cheer

Oh how I missed their happy sounds

Now they are here on Elven grounds!

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Dear Mister Frodo I can’t take

Another step and no mistake

This lovely place just can’t be real

Despite the sand my toes can feel

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Dear Sam it truly does exist

You saw yourself when parting mist

Allowed your boat to find the land

And step upon its silver sand

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Mister Frodo of course you’re right

You’ve long been blessed by its sweet sight

No wonder that you look so well

It’s done you good, your Sam can tell!

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Then follow me my dearest Friend

Allow this place your hurts to mend

Its many gifts will soon reveal

The Joy life’s sorrow can conceal

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I’ll follow you Sir all the way

And by your side I’ll always stay

For I’ve now found the missing part

Of Samwise Gamgee’s broken heart

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Author’s Note: That was the final poem of this series. It was tricky to write as I’m not very clued up on Valinor - or how exactly Frodo (or Sam) found healing there.

There was one word - ‘extract‘ - that I was reticent to have Sam use due to his ‘simple’ hobbit existence. But I justify it with the fact that he not only ‘learned his letters’, but that he (undoubtedly) read many books and was a Counsellor of the North Kingdom. He would have had a much more expanded vocabulary than the average because of these (and many other) reasons.

I hope you enjoyed it, regardless.

Kara’s Aunty ;)