Why did you do it?
I don’t understand
Taking the palantir
In your small hobbit hands

You’ve smoked all your leaf
So I’m giving you mine
I don’t want to keep it
If you’re not around

My tears they are falling
As you cry out my name
I don’t know, dearest Pip.
My heart shares your pain.

Now you are gone
Leaving me on my own
Will I see you again?
Or the place I call home?

- Sam Wood