The Power of a Name
Written by: Angeli
Author's Notes: Haven't posted in a while. This is not very long, it's just a small piece about the scene in the movie where Frodo asks Gollum about his past, about the fact that he was a hobbit once, etc. Just sort of hit me on a wave of inspiration. Reviews appreciated very, very much. (
Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings. The story's all I got.
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A name!
Oh, how simply a spoken name can move a tortured soul! It was with the utterance of this name, one name, that the malice, the anger, the suffering in the creature's lamp-like eyes suddenly cleared. With the mangled emotions of hate beginning to fade, there was an innocent sadness and curiosity suddenly illuminating that lonely face.
A name.
A simply spoken name began to bring forth a presence that had long slept beneath trickery and treachery. How different he looked then! More like a frightened child than a wretched, deformed criminal that had spent most of his miserable life in the darkness.
"What did you call me?"
He spoke as one newly awoken from a long, shadowed dream, unable to believe he was truly speaking at all. His question tests a voice unused for many an age. His eyes were wide and bright with quiet, small wonder, gazing upon his master's face as if for the first time.
"That was your name once, wasn't it?" his master asked gently.
"My name. . ."
All traces of dark shadows retreated like parted curtains in his eyes then, his wonder and amazement growing with each moment. Long-faded memories awoke in him-memories of a life, a person, a name that once was and had only just returned. There may even have been a faint whisper of joy as the words passed his lips again. "My name. . ."
And then, at long last, he spoke it. There was a reverent awe in his voice as he formed the syllables of an identity, a life, a name long forgotten and long unspoken. At long last, he spoke.
"Sméagol. . ."
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End.
Author's Notes: Haven't posted in a while. This is not very long, it's just a small piece about the scene in the movie where Frodo asks Gollum about his past, about the fact that he was a hobbit once, etc. Just sort of hit me on a wave of inspiration. Reviews appreciated very, very much. (
Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings. The story's all I got.
~*~
A name!
Oh, how simply a spoken name can move a tortured soul! It was with the utterance of this name, one name, that the malice, the anger, the suffering in the creature's lamp-like eyes suddenly cleared. With the mangled emotions of hate beginning to fade, there was an innocent sadness and curiosity suddenly illuminating that lonely face.
A name.
A simply spoken name began to bring forth a presence that had long slept beneath trickery and treachery. How different he looked then! More like a frightened child than a wretched, deformed criminal that had spent most of his miserable life in the darkness.
"What did you call me?"
He spoke as one newly awoken from a long, shadowed dream, unable to believe he was truly speaking at all. His question tests a voice unused for many an age. His eyes were wide and bright with quiet, small wonder, gazing upon his master's face as if for the first time.
"That was your name once, wasn't it?" his master asked gently.
"My name. . ."
All traces of dark shadows retreated like parted curtains in his eyes then, his wonder and amazement growing with each moment. Long-faded memories awoke in him-memories of a life, a person, a name that once was and had only just returned. There may even have been a faint whisper of joy as the words passed his lips again. "My name. . ."
And then, at long last, he spoke it. There was a reverent awe in his voice as he formed the syllables of an identity, a life, a name long forgotten and long unspoken. At long last, he spoke.
"Sméagol. . ."
~*~
End.