This is a sequel to my other story Camcorder. I'm pretty sure you can read this one without reading Camcorder, so it'll save you time. :) I hope you read this and enjoy it. I don't own Lord of the Rings. (Can you imagine if I did *imagines screams and monsters stomping towns and laughs nervously*) We wouldn't want that.

Sméagol climbed down the side of the mountain. A small object caught his eye. He cocked his head and went down to it. Reaching out, he stopped himself. It could be dangerous… ah, who cares? He took a hold of it and lifted it into the air.

The magic-8 ball glinted in the dying sunlight. He turned it, examining every inch, noting the dark window on it. This would do. This would hold him over until he got Precious back. He grinned a toothy grin. "Precious." he whispered. "Precious the thirds."

That night he discovered if he asked it a question, it would answer. At first, it scared him. Until he realized he could ask it if he would get Precious back. "Wills Sméagol gets Precious back?"

The response was this: Ask Again Later.

He growled and shook it.

Replay Hazy Try Again.

He banged it on a rock.

My Sources Say No.

"TELL SMÉAGOL YESES!"

Outlook Not So Good.

He gave it one final mighty shake.

Without A Doubt.

It was as close to a yes as he was going to get. He'd have to take it.

He went out and caught a fish to eat. After doing so, he laid on his back to ask more questions. He found it wouldn't answer if he was on his back, so he had to sit up. He asked if Precious was near. My Reply Is No. Would he find it soon? Most likely. He shook it and asked again, and could have sworn for a second it said: Dude, you've already found it when you found your second 'Precious'. He couldn't be for certain so he decided to go to sleep. He yawned, using the 8-Ball for a pillow.

During the night, he rolled over and off the cliff it went. It smacked its way down to a rather large rock. It laid half in a crevasse.

"MY PRECIOUS!" he wailed the next morning. "Where is Precious?"

"Told you it was bad ideas." Gollum hissed.

"Hushes. Sméagol thinking."

"We'll be here for a whiles."

Sméagol sighed but ignored his other personality's comment. He peered over the edge to see if it fell. He saw nothing at first, but then noticed it half hidden. He made his way down, but was stopped halfway. Voices were coming toward him. Should he risk it? No. Yes. No. Yes. No. Yes. No. UGH! He climbed back up praying that no one would find his Precious the third. He peeked as the passers-by passed. The Fellowship. He growled then noticed one the Hobbits climbing the rock hiding the 8-Ball.

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