death
Disclaimer: I don't own LOTR.
A dark figure slinks silently in the darkness. His large frog-like eyes search the black pool of water for any form of life. His eyes come across a brown fish with no eyes and dark patches. It is small and filthy, but when you are hungry anything goes. Slimy mud covered fingers grope about in the gloom for it, the precious. It lifts the shining golden ring to eye level. Then comes a voice, one that chills the bone. "My own, my love, my.Precioussssssss." The ring slips onto its finger and the creature is not seen, even with a bright lantern. There is a splash before the fish is in the mouth of the creature, visible once more. It sets the ring back in its hiding place as it devours its prey in silence.
~~~~~The Corruption of Smeagol~~~~~
Two hobbit like beings sat in a small wooden boat. Their fishing lines danced lazily in the water as they waited for something to take their bait. A slight shimmer in the depths of the stream caught the eye of one. He peered over the side of the boat. "Hey Smeagol, what's that?"
The second one just sat with his line in his hand, not even moving to see what his companion pointed out. "Oh, probably nothing, Deagol. Sit down or you'll tip the boat." Smeagol pulled on his friend's pant leg, forcing him down. He rolled his eyes and watched his line.
Deagol shook his head. "No, I'm sure something is there." He reached out into the water and groped around in the muddy streambed. He sat back up and laid his hand out flat, revealing a plain golden ring. It appeared to be nothing too special, but Smeagol could not take his eyes off of it.
"Let me see it," Smeagol demanded sharply.
"No. You said it was nothing. It's mine now." He grinned smugly as he shoved the ring deep into his coat pocket.
"But Deagol," he pleaded. "It is my birthday today. Give it to me as my present."
"Back off. I found it. Besides, I already gave you something. Remember that lovely pipe I gave you this morning?"
Smeagol swelled up with rage. "Give it to me NOW!" His hands reached out, quick as lightning and wrapped around his friend's throat. Deagol tried to fight against him, but his opponent was much too strong. He gasped for air, but when none came to him, fell limp on the bottom of the boat. Smeagol squealed with delight as he removed the ring from Deagol's possession. "It is precious to me," he whispered, stroking the cold metal. However, he then remembered what he had done. "It's my birthday. My birthday present. It came to me!" He hauled the body of his former friend over the edge and watched it float in the water, a cold expression on his face.
Smeagol slipped the ring on and paddled back to town.
He waved to a passing group of people, but was ignored. He walked into his own home. When he sat down and asked his mother for something to eat, she looked around bewildered, and muttered something about finally snapping. Smeagol was rather disheartened. He held out his hand to admire his "birthday present," but his hand was not there. He ran to the mirror in the hall, but there was no reflection. With only the sound of footfalls to give him away, he slipped out the door.
He approached a group of children playing in the street. Let me see if this is really happening, he thought to himself. Grabbing one of the little children by the hair, he yanked really hard. The little girl wailed and turned around. She saw straight through Smeagol to the boy behind her. "Teriv! What was that for?" She began to cry and the boy just stared at her bewildered.
Smeagol returned home that night with various pastries, drinks, and items he had confiscated. He cackled mischievously. "Useful, yes it is. My precioussss. Gollum gollum."
Disclaimer: I don't own LOTR.
A dark figure slinks silently in the darkness. His large frog-like eyes search the black pool of water for any form of life. His eyes come across a brown fish with no eyes and dark patches. It is small and filthy, but when you are hungry anything goes. Slimy mud covered fingers grope about in the gloom for it, the precious. It lifts the shining golden ring to eye level. Then comes a voice, one that chills the bone. "My own, my love, my.Precioussssssss." The ring slips onto its finger and the creature is not seen, even with a bright lantern. There is a splash before the fish is in the mouth of the creature, visible once more. It sets the ring back in its hiding place as it devours its prey in silence.
~~~~~The Corruption of Smeagol~~~~~
Two hobbit like beings sat in a small wooden boat. Their fishing lines danced lazily in the water as they waited for something to take their bait. A slight shimmer in the depths of the stream caught the eye of one. He peered over the side of the boat. "Hey Smeagol, what's that?"
The second one just sat with his line in his hand, not even moving to see what his companion pointed out. "Oh, probably nothing, Deagol. Sit down or you'll tip the boat." Smeagol pulled on his friend's pant leg, forcing him down. He rolled his eyes and watched his line.
Deagol shook his head. "No, I'm sure something is there." He reached out into the water and groped around in the muddy streambed. He sat back up and laid his hand out flat, revealing a plain golden ring. It appeared to be nothing too special, but Smeagol could not take his eyes off of it.
"Let me see it," Smeagol demanded sharply.
"No. You said it was nothing. It's mine now." He grinned smugly as he shoved the ring deep into his coat pocket.
"But Deagol," he pleaded. "It is my birthday today. Give it to me as my present."
"Back off. I found it. Besides, I already gave you something. Remember that lovely pipe I gave you this morning?"
Smeagol swelled up with rage. "Give it to me NOW!" His hands reached out, quick as lightning and wrapped around his friend's throat. Deagol tried to fight against him, but his opponent was much too strong. He gasped for air, but when none came to him, fell limp on the bottom of the boat. Smeagol squealed with delight as he removed the ring from Deagol's possession. "It is precious to me," he whispered, stroking the cold metal. However, he then remembered what he had done. "It's my birthday. My birthday present. It came to me!" He hauled the body of his former friend over the edge and watched it float in the water, a cold expression on his face.
Smeagol slipped the ring on and paddled back to town.
He waved to a passing group of people, but was ignored. He walked into his own home. When he sat down and asked his mother for something to eat, she looked around bewildered, and muttered something about finally snapping. Smeagol was rather disheartened. He held out his hand to admire his "birthday present," but his hand was not there. He ran to the mirror in the hall, but there was no reflection. With only the sound of footfalls to give him away, he slipped out the door.
He approached a group of children playing in the street. Let me see if this is really happening, he thought to himself. Grabbing one of the little children by the hair, he yanked really hard. The little girl wailed and turned around. She saw straight through Smeagol to the boy behind her. "Teriv! What was that for?" She began to cry and the boy just stared at her bewildered.
Smeagol returned home that night with various pastries, drinks, and items he had confiscated. He cackled mischievously. "Useful, yes it is. My precioussss. Gollum gollum."