Yay! Thank you!

*goes off to ponder exactly what to enter*
Edit: I hope this hasn't been forgotten... At any rate, i've decided to enter a stanza from a long alliterative poem i'm working on about the day the Ring was destroyed, as i believe i mentioned earlier. (I hope it's okay that it's an excerpt and not the whole thing... I haven't finished all of it yet, you see.

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Stanza III
Together they toiled through terror and torment--
Sam led one he loved unto life's end and Last Goal:
Frodo slipped on a stone, in the soot downward sliding,
And fell in the filth where his footstep had foundered--
On the hard, barren heights in the heart of Death-horror,
In the dust of Mount Doom, eyes dark and soul dying.
He lifted his eyes to look on his long goal,
And grasped at a rock, his resolve unrelenting:
Unceasing to strive--now outstretched in the soil--
Fulfilling his faith with Free Folk--but he faltered:
Exhausted, strenth ebbing, his errantry ended--
The Questor collapsed neath the Curse that he carried.
Though final gasp failed, his friend came to find him,
Who'd so often saved him with sensible sweetness:
About that thin body, beloved and broken,
Sam's arms were fast anchored, as he rocked him, heart aching:
His darling daydreamer shunned down-to-earth dealing,
So Sam had to help him--his hope and safe harbor.
Sam cradled his master on Mordor's dark Mountain,
Neath fell burning Fire and fumes fanning foully--
Unquenchable Hope to his heart-friend gave haven:
Half-concious, the Questor was comforted closely--
His life on Sam laid--yet to Love's voice could listen:
The Ringbearer's Road on one rocking him rested.
Softly as sunlight, Sam spoke in the silence
Of beauty and bliss, of birdsong and blossom--
A yonder they yearned for, full blest by Yavanna:
He asked one his arms held, for aught else unable,
If still he remembered, though Ring had so ravished,
A land once he'd loved--a light filled with longing.
Eyes sad, Frodo spoke, from the Sun wholly severed:
There lingered no light to one lost and so lonely--
His memory maimed, without mercy of Morning,
The Dark slowly deepened to drown one defenseless:
Naught veiled the Void, by Ring's venom invaded--
Eyes fixed on his friend, he was felled by dark Fire.
Sam's tears fell in torrent, by tenderness tempered:
"The Curse I can't carry, but come, weary Questor!--
My burden you'll be, though my back should be broken:
You'll fail nor fall--at the Fire we'll finish!--
Dread nothing, my dear one." In Death's shade and darkness,
Sam lifted his loved one, to linger no longer.