Author's Note: This story isn't really a proper one. I really just can't keep a plot going. So you get a little tidbit. RATE AND REVIEW! It irks me so when someone reads a story but doesn't rate it. It will only take a minute so please do.
Disclaimer: Mr. Tolkien's characters are not mine they are his. Please don't sue me.
Sam looked down on Gollum.
To kill or not to kill? That was the only real question. Gollum has caused so much pain, so much torture. If he could just bring down his sword a life would be ended. Gollum's.
So many reasons he had to kill this creature. Gollum deceived his master, transporting Frodo even deeper into the darkness destined to befall him. Leading Frodo astray, Gollum hurt his master. Hurt him. Guided him away from the few things that were still light in the world. All Gollum cared for was himself. The ring had possessed him, it was all he desired. But if it had possessed him, then it wasn't his fault, wasn't it?
No. Sam told himself that he must not think this way. Sméagol he may have once been really and truly alive. He may once have had cares and fears, but now his only care was for the one ring. He was nothing more than a filthy snake now. Nothing remotely normal. This treacherous demon tried to kill Frodo! Luring him all to get the ring.
But still, Sam felt pity for him. His loving heart stirred to see something, no someone, in such a state. Sam was a caring, nurturing hobbit and he couldn't help but wonder whether there was any hope for such a creature. He remembered his garden, and how the flowers wilted at times. The flowers always sprung up again, with hope renewed. He knew that the grass and roots, covered up with thick winter snow, would brightly show their green faces in the spring. He sadly thought to himself that Gollum might be harder to cure then his flowers.
With that he remembered the Shire. Months worth of memories slowly shrank back and left behind a perfect picture of his home. Sam wondered how long it had been since Gollum had had a home, a real home to go back to. A home of loved ones. A home filled to the brim with warmth even when winter still raged outside. A family to love and a garden to care for was all that Sam needed. That had been the same for Gollum as well, though that was long ago.
Sam looked down on Gollum with pity.
He then looked up at his raised sword. He silently debated with himself for a moment and then made up his mind.
He dropped his sword and hurried quickly up the mountain after his master.