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Title: A story of here and getting to there
Word Count: 238
Where are you, my precious? Gollum slissed as he searched for the ring
on the tiny island that was his home for so many years.
Ah, there you are, my precious.
He gripped the ring tightly and whispered the thing he said so often:
My preciousssssss
Your precious? I am the One Ring, the Ring to rule them all and you think I'm yours?
You are sadly mistaken. You are only the means to an end.
A way to get me back to my true owner.
After Déagol fished me out of the water I knew that you and not he was destined to carry me for a while.
And the way you killed Déagol to claim me as your own, proved me right.
I was confident I would be home soon.
But my power was more then you could handle
and it has left me stuck here in this cave with you.
I can feel my master getting stronger.
He searches for me, but he is not yet strong enough to find me.
If I am ever to get to him, I must leave this cave
Gollum may have found me again this time,
But next time he takes me of this island to go hunting, I will give him he slip.
A new bearer will find me and shall finally take me home.
Home to my master, the Dark Lord.
In Mordor where the Shadows lie