Sam.
how could
aught
be wrong
in the world
when
your
kindly face
lights
with
such simple
wonder?
More of a miracle
than
miracles themselves,
the soft
surpised green
of your delighted eyes,
quiet and steady
like stream-drenched
stones in moon-light.
Even here
in this land
of Shadow,
there is yet
Light.
I hear it
in
your voice -
I see it
in
your eyes.
You are
quite right,
Sam:
No one
at home
will believe
what we have seen.
Elves
and
Oliphaunts,
Trolls
and
Magik Rings.
Roads
beyond
adventuring,
Gardeners
standing
toe-to-shoe
with unsung
Kings.
Samwise.
I am glad
we
saw
the Oliphaunts
