'So, my Precious, what shall we do today, on this your birthday and the first truly hot day of summer?'
Sméagol smiled. Déagol may be asking him, but he had a feeling Déagol already had something in mind. It wasn't at all hard to guess, either, as it was likely their long held favourite -
'Fishing?' Sméagol offered, 'It being so warm it feels like everything is coming to life after too long a sleep.' Indeed, it sounded as though every bird for miles around them was singing, and there was an abundance of butterflies in the air. 'Plenty of beauties in the water today, I expect. No, we won't regret casting our lines today of all days.'
Déagol returned his grin, 'You know me too well, Precious. He spread his arms wide, taking a deep breath of air, air that carried the scent of the surrounding flowers and trees and rich earth. 'It does seem like the perfect day..makes me feel as though all is well in the world, and that nothing could ever again go wrong in it.' He sighed wistfully, thinking of the autumn and winter ahead. 'I only wish this summer could last forever, just you and me and our boat, with no need for anything else.'