The Calling

I feel lonely.
Why won't you talk and laugh with me?

I yearn for someone to hold me.
I like being held, but why won't you reach me?

I am scared.
Will you stay close and keep me safe?

I am alone.
Will anyone come to remedy it?

I am an elf.
Will you befriend and accept me the way I am?

I love you.
Why won't you love me too?

I need help.
Why isn't anyone trying to?

Oh, oh... hello there little hobbit.
Would you like to come and join us?

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This is based on the scene when Frodo and Sam were passing the Dead Marshes and he fell into the waters, with the phantoms of past wars were groping at him.

A/N : Where I live, we have debatable true stories of haunted waterfalls, abandoned tin mines, (any lonely body of water in fact) etc where the resident spirits would call on the living to join them...and claim their lives.

Mind you, the calls are, as described by someone who went through it and survived is hypnotic, soothing, coaxing.

This atmosphere of local urban legend combined with the Dead Marshes suits this just fine.

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