Disclaimer: Not mine, sadly…/sniffs/
A/N: OK, this is from the Ring's POV. I was toying with idea of it actually having a consciousness and…yeah. Here we go.
Some how, I knew it was over when Bilbo found me. My entire existence had been with creatures of evil of deceptive natures. Even Sméagol, before he came to be my 'master', had not been so perfect as most believe. I didn't help, true, but really, that would be absolutely pointless. However lost the cause or futile the effort, I have never learned to give up. It's a strange notion, rings learning.
Regardless of sense, I knew when I was picked up by that Hobbit that it was over. Hobbits have always been the children of this world, though their race is by no means young. They have retained a level of innocence, most likely do to their general dislike of leaving their precious Shire. Whatever the reason, they are not very good at letting themselves be corrupted.
I was treated much as a toy would be by any child. Bilbo took good care of me, keeping me on the mantel and being careful when he used me, always putting me back. As his habits began to slip, I was passed onto his nephew; Frodo Baggins. Nice kid, more my type. He didn't know what to do with me, so afraid was he of his new 'toy'. As time passed though, he began to weaken. I was so close to being 'his', being able to go home! Damn that Samwise! Showing up and being the good friend he is.
So now, as I plummet to my, and my Lord's, doom, clutched in the clammy hand of the disgusting creature I utterly corrupted, I can only reflect on how long it took. Life's funny that way. Things never happen quite the way you think they will. Being unable to move myself, I have thought long and hard of how many different ways they could have tried to destroy me. Clever, my enemies have always been clever, but could not they have been more efficient? Perhaps enlist the assistance of those dratted eagles?
/splash/
Ouch.
fin