Okay, my sister wrote this and I told her that she absolutely had to post it, but she doesn't like to share her writing so she said she'd let me put it up for her. Please review, I think she'd love to hear what you have to say.
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"It's ours, precious, your mine!" he cried flailing our arms, doing a little dance. 'But we's not wanting it. I am not wantsing is!' I thought, only to have it pushed from my mind so he could celebrate.
We were turned facing the fiery pits of Mount Doom when the stupid hobbitses fought back. We was pushed and shoved finally feeling the ground slip away from ours feet.
"No Precious!" a shrill voice yelped. We were falling, falling fast, no one could save us now.
If only the heavy weight would lift from ours shoulders, if he would only leave.
'Leave now, and Never come back.' hollow words echoed through ours ears. Why's had he not listened?
Tears stung my pale gray face as I continued to fall. I. I was alone now. He had left me. I could almost see him pointing and laughing as I neared the ground.
I wish I could turn back time. Erase these pages already written. I swears, I wills not kill poor Déagol, wills not takes the precious, PLEASE! Send me back.
I role my over-sized head around to see how far I have yet to fall. The lava is close. In my out-stretched arm I hold the precious, the One, my birthday present. So many years of torture, from such a small thing.
The old saying Déagol used to chant 'Small things amuse small minds' he was wrong. They do not amuse, they steal, take hold of, and never let go.
I open my fingers, and it slips through the small gaps. It splashes me, I'm close now, I am ready. This is what I deserve, no more pain… no more suffering… but everyone deserves a second chance, don't they? With those as my last thoughts, the hot lava burns my skin. I am taken over and I now no longer see, no longer think, no longer feel…
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"Sm
éagol! Wake up, I think I caught something!"