One-shot fic. Terrible slash. Not graphic at all, don't worry about that it's really more implied than anything else but the pairing may surprise you. Just warning you right up front.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything remotely related to the works of J.R.R. Tolkien.
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"My precioussssss"
A slimy, gray hand gleamed in the rain and dim, blue light, the fingers shifting slightly to better grip the slippery rocks. A pair of eyes narrowed, focusing on the two small figures huddled miserably against a cliff face down below.
He had been searching for so long so very, very long
Memories of a childhood by the river, of painless sunshine and pleasant company had faded beyond recall. But the memory of what had been lost only a little less than a century before was still fresh and painful. His, his own, his precious. That hobbit
"Wicked, tricksy, false," he hissed under his breath. The sound was lost in the heavy rain. It was his it was theirs but that nasty hobbit had gone and taken it with it. Selfish, it was. Not a thought for him, left behind in the dark, all alone with nothing, nothing. Gone, scampered off without a thought, it had! How dare it? How dare it?!
His hands clenched the rock as he glared furiously down at the two oblivious bundles below him. They stole it from ussssss
'What have I got in my pocket?' it had asked him. Not a fair question. Monstrous unfair question, it had been. Not in the rules, precious, no.
And then it had off and left him. Cruel, tricksy hobbit! One thing one thing that had seemed to shake the very roots of the mountain and that nasty hobbit had both given it to him and taken it away.
Well, no more.
Slowly, almost painfully, he began working his way down the cliff towards the hunched figures below. He would never find that hobbit again, no and it wouldn't be the same, no, no but it would be better than the empty, gnawing blackness he had been left with in the caverns below the mountain. Yes, it would be better than that. He was so close, now he could touch one, easily. His fingers itched with longing as he reached
"My preciousssssssss"
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Well, there you have it. Scarred for life? ^_^