Why did it come to me?
Why this great burden?
Why must I carry such a little thing,
that holds the fate of Middle-earth?
Why did I take on this task,
that hangs around my neck?
Why did Sam decide to follow,
when he could have turned back?
Why did I leave the Shire,
when and will I return?
With every step it becomes hevy,
with every step I become weak to it’s pull.
Why is Smegol torn in two,
and so confused?
What is it about the Ring,
that’s so unique?
The dead marhes through the eyes of a child who witnessed it. Though it may be your initial reponse, please keep in mind that it is not based off any real characture from Lord of the Rings. I made this one all up. Please comment.