"Just let It go!" you said,
As if that should have been the easiest thing in the world.
But you should know, dear Sam...
You carried It yourself once,
And it was not without reluctance
You yielded It back into my grasping hand.
You should know letting go is hard...
"Don't you let go!" you cried,
And it would have been the easiest thing in the world
Just to stretch bloodied fingers, to loose my grip...
A rush of wind, a brief flash of pain,
You made letting go hard.
Though you could not grasp my fingers,
Still you grasped my heart
And held me fast to Life,
When I would have gladly yielded mine.
"My body is broken. You have to let me go," Théoden said.
Merry told me of his dying words.
And now I say those words to you, dear Sam.
My body cannot heal.
My soul is an open wound.
My mind stumbles in halls of despair.
I am broken.
You have to let me go.
And that's the hardest letting go of all...
For both of us.