Showdown! Precious
The two tired hobbits continued on, bellies nearly empty since their supply of toast was running low.
"Come, hobbitses! Must hurry to Mordor!"
Shirley frowned. "I don't like that think, Mister Senel. She's going to betray us sooner or later."
Senel scowled, dark circles under his eyes giving him a haunted look. "Don't you see, Shirley? Gollum is just a victim of the One Thing."
"Well, that's just it, Mister Senel. That thing is evil. Gollum will just try to take it for herself. We can't let her keep you from destroying it!"
"Enough, Shirley! We need a guide to Mordor. I trust Gollum."
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"We'll steal it, Precious. Yessss... we'll takes it. We'll take it from the filthy hobbitses."
"But Master is good to us! Master protects us!"
"Master uses us, Precious. We'll be tricksy with him. He trusts us, Precious, he does. It's the fat hobbit we have to watch. He doesn't trust us, Precious. We'll have to get rid of him."
"Yes... Yes! And then I'll take the Precious!"
"You?"
"Er, I mean... we will takes the precious. Of course, we. I didn't mean me."
"Good, precious. We'll takes it from them..."
"Gollum?"
Senel came into view. She was able to see the chain hanging around his neck. The chain with the Precious.
She put on a firendly face. "Mast should be sleeping. Much walking to do to get to Mordor."
Senel frowned, brows knitting together. "Chloe. That was your name once, wasn't it?"
Chloe froze. "Chloe..?"
"You were a hobbit, like me."
Chloe frowned in confusion. The One Thing had allowed her to live for hundreds of years- she couldn't remember if she had been a hobbit or not.
Suddenly, something hit her square on the back, sending her flying off a cliff.
"Take that for calling me fat!" Shirley shouted.
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Xonel: For some reason, I just couldn't make myself turn Shirley into Gollum. The score's three to three.