Title: The Dark Mirror
Author: Stormhawk
Rating: G
Disclaimer: This all belongs to the Master (Tolkien) and the Lord of the Ring-movies (Peter Jackson)
Notes: Hi people, it's been a very long time since I've written an LOTR fic but I'm back.
Word Count: 407
Summary: In the Dead Marshes, someone thinks about Gollum.
Please Read and Review.
He was finally asleep. Thank goodness. I needed some peace after his endless rambling.
He is my dark mirror. What I could become, he shows what the ring can do to a person. It can corrupt them, take away their soul.
My precious.
I pity Gollum, deep down in my heart; in a piece still untouched by the darkness that surrounds me, I pity him.
I wish that I could save him, to bring him back from over the edge but I know that that is impossible. I just hope that I don't go there. I want to stay who I am.
I know who I am, even though a part of me will always be like him.
He is what I could become. What I don't want to be become. Please don't let me become like him.
A cold, midnight wind whips through as my traveling companions sleep. I think back to the Shire, it seems like forever since I have seen the beautiful rolling green hills. The sound of children laughing.
Laughter would be swallowed whole at the time. The war for middle-earth is coming, the second darkness is rising. I just hope I can help to prevent that.
The smell of death and decay is all around me. Well, it's appropriate considering we are in the dead marshes.
Just beneath the water are the bodies of warriors of all. Old dead. From a battle long ago.
There is too much death in this world. Why doesn't evil stay asleep?
Sauron and his Nazgul, the undead evils of this world, do not sleep. Why can't they go away and never come back? Why do they need to kill?
Why?
A question that cannot be answered. It is a riddle as old as time itself.
I stopped for a second; I thought I heard Gollum stirring. But it was nothing, he was still asleep.
Maybe I should get some sleep as well. I need to keep up my strength; we have a long journey ahead of us. A once in a lifetime journey, maybe the last of our lives.
Maybe, maybe not - only time will tell.
It is time for some sleep; if my nightmares do not haunt me I may actually dream. Memories of happier times, times without danger, may appear to me.
I hope so anyway.
Goodnight.
Oh, excuse me; I've been extremely rude. I haven't introduced myself.
My name is Smeagol.
The End.
Author: Stormhawk
Rating: G
Disclaimer: This all belongs to the Master (Tolkien) and the Lord of the Ring-movies (Peter Jackson)
Notes: Hi people, it's been a very long time since I've written an LOTR fic but I'm back.
Word Count: 407
Summary: In the Dead Marshes, someone thinks about Gollum.
Please Read and Review.
He was finally asleep. Thank goodness. I needed some peace after his endless rambling.
He is my dark mirror. What I could become, he shows what the ring can do to a person. It can corrupt them, take away their soul.
My precious.
I pity Gollum, deep down in my heart; in a piece still untouched by the darkness that surrounds me, I pity him.
I wish that I could save him, to bring him back from over the edge but I know that that is impossible. I just hope that I don't go there. I want to stay who I am.
I know who I am, even though a part of me will always be like him.
He is what I could become. What I don't want to be become. Please don't let me become like him.
A cold, midnight wind whips through as my traveling companions sleep. I think back to the Shire, it seems like forever since I have seen the beautiful rolling green hills. The sound of children laughing.
Laughter would be swallowed whole at the time. The war for middle-earth is coming, the second darkness is rising. I just hope I can help to prevent that.
The smell of death and decay is all around me. Well, it's appropriate considering we are in the dead marshes.
Just beneath the water are the bodies of warriors of all. Old dead. From a battle long ago.
There is too much death in this world. Why doesn't evil stay asleep?
Sauron and his Nazgul, the undead evils of this world, do not sleep. Why can't they go away and never come back? Why do they need to kill?
Why?
A question that cannot be answered. It is a riddle as old as time itself.
I stopped for a second; I thought I heard Gollum stirring. But it was nothing, he was still asleep.
Maybe I should get some sleep as well. I need to keep up my strength; we have a long journey ahead of us. A once in a lifetime journey, maybe the last of our lives.
Maybe, maybe not - only time will tell.
It is time for some sleep; if my nightmares do not haunt me I may actually dream. Memories of happier times, times without danger, may appear to me.
I hope so anyway.
Goodnight.
Oh, excuse me; I've been extremely rude. I haven't introduced myself.
My name is Smeagol.
The End.