Smeagol Misses his Family
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A Short Christian message at the end of the story.
Gollum was sitting on a rock, fingering the cold smooth ring he held in his hands. He was admiring the ring, and his heart was filled with love for it. The ring whispered lies to him for many years telling him that he doesn't need anybody but it, and that it will protect him and make him happy. The ring wound itself around his mind and heart like a poisonous snake filing him with desire for it.
He loved the ring, but he also hated it. The ring tormented him for years telling him that he was a weakling, and that he could not survive without it. It shaped him into a very skinny, stringy, frog like creature. I took everything away from him that made him happy including; sunshine, feel of soft grass, taste of fresh fruit, and love of his family.
Gollum felt loneliness in the depths of his heart. No one has loved him for many years since he had killed Deagol for the ring. He wished sometimes that he had never seen the ring, that he had never killed Deagol for it, and that his family never cursed and banished him. He longed to be back in the Wilderlands with his family and enjoy their love and companionship. He remembered when his mother held him in his arms and comforted him, when his father swung him around in joy, when his aunts gave him cookies, and when he played with his cousins in the fields. He remembered how much he loved them all, but his love for them was replaced by the ring; it became a golden idol to him.
He began to reminiscent about the time his family had a picnic party for his Uncle Tony's birthday.
It was a warm day in early June. He was sitting on a chair in the kitchen watching his mother and Aunt Violet cooking a meal for Uncle Tony's birthday. Aunt Violet was stirring one pot and his mother was adding seasonings to another. The window was kept open to let the breeze in.
"This will be our best picnic yet," said Aunt Violet.
"It should be with all the cooking we and the other ladies are doing, it is not likely that anybody will be going hungry," said Sméagol's mother.
"Uncle Toby will be happy with this picnic we are preparing for him. He likes being out doors," said Aunt Violet.
"Who's going to bake a birthday cake for Uncle Tony?" Smeagol asked.
"Your Aunt Tulip will be baking the cake, Smeagol dear," his mother answered.
At that moment Deagol entered the kitchen door with a fishing pole in his hand.
"And what will the cake look like?" Deagol asked.
"I'm not sure," Sméagol's mother answered.
"I'm sure it will be delicious," said Aunt Violet.
"I have never tasted cake that wasn't delicious," said Smeagol.
"Neither have I," said his mother.
"Hello Deagol," Smeagol said, happy to see his friend again.
"Hello Smeagol, ready to go fishing?" Deagol asked.
"Yes I am. Let's go."
Smeagol grabbed his fishing pole and walked out of the house with Smeagol.
Sméagol's mother called after them. "Have fun boys, and I hope you catch some fish.
The two friends were sitting on the soft grass dipping their feet in the cool water. They had their hooks far out into the water waiting for a bite.
"I can't wait for the picnic tomorrow, cousin," said Deagol.
"I can't wait either," said Smeagol. "We will have a lot fun, swimming, playing games, eating food…"
"And companionship," Deagol added. "There is nothing like enjoying the company of family and friends."
"Of course," said Smeagol. "I'm glad they are holding this picnic near the river."
"Me too, I love going swimming."
When Deagol's line, began to jerk he began to pull the fish in, but the fish was too heavy for him to pull in by himself.
"Help me pull the fish in," said Deagol.
Smeagol dropped his line, and grabbed Deagol's fishing pole, and together they hauled the large fish to the shore.
"Wow! That's the biggest fish I have ever seen you catch!" exclaimed Smeagol.
"I will ask my mother to cook it," said Deagol. "Will you help me carry it home, Smeagol? It's too big for me to carry by myself."
Smeagol and Deagol lifted the fish and carried it to Deagol's house.
To be continued.