Third part of my 120 prompts challenge. Part 1: Snow, Star Wars and part 2: Abandoned, Pirates of the Carribbean.
Actually this one isn't quite finished yet. It has two more parts to it, which I'll post later on.
Hope you like it. And reviews are appreciated. Always. :)
Prompt 36: Precious Treasure
Fandom: Lord of the Rings story
Character: guess... (and if you don't like guessing, it's said at the end)
"My precious", a voice screeches in the dark. It reverberates from the stone walls. "It's mine", it continues even though no one is listening, "It came to me." The voice is unpleasant, too loud, too squeaky, too harsh, too fierce. When it says "precious" (and it does that a lot) it extends the "s" and hisses it like a snake.
The creature cradles the small thing like something sacred. It caresses the cold metal like a child. "We need no one else, precious", the voice whispers tenderly. There is no one else. The voice is alone in a dark, wet and cold cave. It once had friends, family, a life. Now that's all gone, but there are no regrets. The treasure is its life now.
The treasure isn't ungrateful. It delayed the death of the voice, it gifted it with strength and health. Its body, however, is skinny, dirty and pale. It is a picture of the fight that's behind that voice, because behind that voice is something that hates the treasure. Hates it with the same passion it loves it. It desperately wants the treasure to vanish, but it knows that it can't live without it. It's a conflicted voice. An unhappy voice. If there was anyone there to listen, they'd hear it. The cruelty behind it, the struggle.
"Gollum", the voice gurgles, after it took a bite of a fish, "Gollum, Gollum, Gollum!"
I know it's short, but remember. Two more parts coming.
Love
satori