I have been to the 'dark land' and back
a ring of my own did i have to pack.
With my Sam by my side i had to walk on
the dread dark task had to be done.
The weight of the ring, it did pull me down,
til each step i took turned out to be wrong.
My Sam had to bear me in his strong arms.
He kept watch of me and hid me from harm.
He pulled me out of the mire and gloom
and held my hand firm, as we tread to our doom.
And now: the weight is gone, the task does end
this feat would not be, though, but for my friend.