Summary : Gollum's thoughts as he was fighting Frodo, on Mount Doom while his "precious" was being destroyed. Been recently obsessed with Gollum's song, so yeah, here you go. A very short ficlet.
Disclaimer : Don't own LoTR, Gollum, the Ring or Frodo!
"My Precious, no, no, no, no, Master, stop, you musn't, please, it's mine!"
"No Gollum, it's not your Precious! Snap out of it!"
"My Precious, give, give, give it back to me, Master!" I croaked.
"Gollum, my good Gollum, it doesn't belong to you, it's not yours, it's Sauron's, I must destroy it for the people's freedom."
"Give it, give it back to me, it's mine, I must save it!" I roared. But Master wasn't easily giving up. He tried again to drop it into Mount Doom's fire with me watching. I wasn't going to let my precious getting destroyed by Master. "No I can't let Master destroy My Precious, it's mine, not his! I must get it from him when he's not paying attention."
While I was thinking about how to save my precious, Master was trying his best to throw it in Mount Doom, though I could see he too, was controlled by the Ring's power and was succumbing to it's temptation. It said to my Master :
"No, don't. don't do this to me, I know you don't want to."
Then I heard it's hopeless plea for mercy to me alone :
"My Good Friend Gollum, my only loyal friend save me… save me from your evil Master's hands, only you can save me."
Without even thinking, I struggled to take it from my good Master's hand, and bit his fingers hard in my struggling. He let out some anguished cries:
"Awwwwwww! Awwwwwwww! Awwwww!"
I took no moments of hesitation and tackled my Master on the ground, took my Precious back and put it on my finger. "Ah, at last, my Precious is mine, mine, mine, mine again! Mine, yes, my Precious, yes!" Delirious, I was cackling as I got my precious back.
In my happy delirium because I got my precious back, I forgot all about Master, so he took this opportunity, when I was inattentive to snatch away my precious from me again. Overcoming his fingers' hurt, bitten by me, I saw him throwing it with difficulty into Mount Doom's fire without wasting any time. I was desperate for my precious as I watched, and thus without any second thoughts, I jumped into Mount Doom's, which also brought my lonely end.
While I was twirling into Mount Doom, I thought I needed, no I must save my precious, but it was too late for my precious, it was spiralling down the Volcano. I tried desperately to catch it, but to no avail and failed miserably. And so I fell, fell and fell with my Precious, attempting to get it before it got to Mount Doom's lava. As I was twirling down in the dark Mount's fire, I heard my good, kind Master's voice, trying to save me. He told me :
"No, Gollum, listen to Master, get my hand and stop going after the Ring!"
Even though Master wanted to save me, it was already too late for me. Now I was swirling and tumbling down deeper into Mount Doom now with my precious in my hand. Just as I was reaching the Mount's pit, I was thinking it was worth it for me, if I died to save my Precious and if I died with my Precious, it'd be my honour in life. My Precious was the only thing that meant something for me in my dark lonely life, the only one who comforted me when I needed it and who listened to me when I needed to talk to someone, yet I didn't know just how treacherous it was and how it had bewitched me and how it had poisoned my mind and my thoughts, my feelings. If I knew my Precious's powers, I wouldn't be the way I was now, but while Mount Doom's molten and red-hot lava melted me with my precious and was beyond anything saveable now, I thought this to myself : my last dying wish was fulfilled : I'd be with my Precious forever.
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