Hello! This is going to be book four from Gollum's point of view. It tells
how Gollum led the hobbits through the dead marshes and through shelob's
lair. I think Gollum is misunderstood and this story will show the other
side of Gollum. I need to thank Aleydis and Sparkleygem for inspiring me to
write something. (In other words it's their fault you're sitting here
reading this!)
THE TAMING OF THE HOBBITS
Chapter One ~ The Nasty Hobbits
" My precious, we're coming my precious. We hates bagginess, nasty thieves."
Gollum had crept behind the hobbits through Moria and down to Nimrodel. When the fellowship took to boats Gollum laid on a log and paddled with hands and feet. He pursued the two hobbits once the fellowship had been broken, through the sharp rocks of Emyn Muil. Now he lurked behind a rock on the outer ridge of Emyn Muil. He kept watch on the hobbits as they discussed which direction to take.
"Nasty hobbits, we hates them, we hates them. They stole our precious."
Gollum hissed to him self as he watched Sam begin to descend down the cliff. Frodo hauled himself back up and was talking sternly to Sam.
"Be patient and wait," Frodo said as he crouched to the ground and leant out to look down into the valley. "I think we can manage this, but light is fading."
Sam, who doesn't approve of climbing, especially in failing light, was apprehensive.
"What if you can't find somewhere to put your hands and feet?"
Gollum rolled his eyes; he had had enough of sitting behind the rock.
As he watched restlessly a darkness spread rapidly from the east, swallowing the sky. A high piercing shriek mingled with the roar of the wind and Gollum covered his ears for protection. His blood froze as he realized what the sound was. He saw Frodo lose his grip and fall. Sam called out to him but to no avail because the wind was whistling through Sam's ears and he couldn't hear Frodo's answers.
The wind died slowly and the sky eventually cleared. Sam heard Frodo calling out but Gollum couldn't hear what he was saying. It started to rain and Gollum heard a roll of thunder in the distance. A big black cloud was moving across the sky, revealing the moon.
"Nasty shivery light, we hates it, it hurts our eyes.
Gollum hadn't noticed Sam rummaging in his bag. He had pulled out a coiled rope. It had been made by the people of Lorien and was silken grey. He hadn't seen the hobbits tie the rope to a tree stump and descend into the gully, he was to busy trying to hide from the moons nasty shivery light.
By the time Gollum found shelter the hobbits had disappeared.
"Nasty hobbits. Where did they go? Nasty thieves."
He saw the rope, which shone a dull silver. He crept to the edge of the cliff, trying to avoid the moons light. Gollum recognized the rope as one made by Galadriel.
"We hates it!" He exclaimed, "We hates Cate Blanchett too!"
In Gollum's disgust he kicked the tree stump and the rope fell off of the tree stump and down into the darkness of the gully. What Gollum didn't know was that he had given Sam exactly what he wanted. At the bottom of the gully Sam and Frodo had been discussing how to get the special rope back, when it fell and hit Sam on the head. The hobbits found shelter to rest, where as Gollum had no intention of resting. Not yet anyway.
THE TAMING OF THE HOBBITS
Chapter One ~ The Nasty Hobbits
" My precious, we're coming my precious. We hates bagginess, nasty thieves."
Gollum had crept behind the hobbits through Moria and down to Nimrodel. When the fellowship took to boats Gollum laid on a log and paddled with hands and feet. He pursued the two hobbits once the fellowship had been broken, through the sharp rocks of Emyn Muil. Now he lurked behind a rock on the outer ridge of Emyn Muil. He kept watch on the hobbits as they discussed which direction to take.
"Nasty hobbits, we hates them, we hates them. They stole our precious."
Gollum hissed to him self as he watched Sam begin to descend down the cliff. Frodo hauled himself back up and was talking sternly to Sam.
"Be patient and wait," Frodo said as he crouched to the ground and leant out to look down into the valley. "I think we can manage this, but light is fading."
Sam, who doesn't approve of climbing, especially in failing light, was apprehensive.
"What if you can't find somewhere to put your hands and feet?"
Gollum rolled his eyes; he had had enough of sitting behind the rock.
As he watched restlessly a darkness spread rapidly from the east, swallowing the sky. A high piercing shriek mingled with the roar of the wind and Gollum covered his ears for protection. His blood froze as he realized what the sound was. He saw Frodo lose his grip and fall. Sam called out to him but to no avail because the wind was whistling through Sam's ears and he couldn't hear Frodo's answers.
The wind died slowly and the sky eventually cleared. Sam heard Frodo calling out but Gollum couldn't hear what he was saying. It started to rain and Gollum heard a roll of thunder in the distance. A big black cloud was moving across the sky, revealing the moon.
"Nasty shivery light, we hates it, it hurts our eyes.
Gollum hadn't noticed Sam rummaging in his bag. He had pulled out a coiled rope. It had been made by the people of Lorien and was silken grey. He hadn't seen the hobbits tie the rope to a tree stump and descend into the gully, he was to busy trying to hide from the moons nasty shivery light.
By the time Gollum found shelter the hobbits had disappeared.
"Nasty hobbits. Where did they go? Nasty thieves."
He saw the rope, which shone a dull silver. He crept to the edge of the cliff, trying to avoid the moons light. Gollum recognized the rope as one made by Galadriel.
"We hates it!" He exclaimed, "We hates Cate Blanchett too!"
In Gollum's disgust he kicked the tree stump and the rope fell off of the tree stump and down into the darkness of the gully. What Gollum didn't know was that he had given Sam exactly what he wanted. At the bottom of the gully Sam and Frodo had been discussing how to get the special rope back, when it fell and hit Sam on the head. The hobbits found shelter to rest, where as Gollum had no intention of resting. Not yet anyway.