So close to the great Fiery mountain, Smeagol had been beaten back by Gollum.
"Gollum." He croaked the words. "Wicked master has the precious! Mustn't lets it fall into the fires. The precious belongs to us. Must stop hobbitses!"
He scampered on compelled by the evil that pervaded this blasted and forsaken land. There would have been many who condemned him for his actions against Frodo here but one bright soul was fighting her way through from many leagues distant, Using the power of her Elven ring, its presence no longer concealed from Sauron, she poured herforth her own will and her own Elven magic.
Frodo Baggins stood at the precipice and spoke. "I come here and I feel you. Yes I was mistaken. I believed you need destroying to save the world but all it needs is-is-is-is. !"
"Mister Frodo, Throw it in, end this. Don't give in! Not after all this! Please!"
Frodo's fingers twitched as his final battle teetered towards failure but a great light flared in his mind and he stood within the light of destiny. Behind Sam and Frodo both, Smeagol, his very mind on fire with pain and fury and madness crept slowly towards them.
Galadriel with her Mirror and her ring reached through to soothe Smeagol and he could hear this ancient being with all her wisdom: She to whom even Gandalf The white paid heed.
Smeagol was confused and he continued creeping forwards, but there was one last being of power and Smeagol's mind filled with her stern and beautiful face.
'Frodo is far from alone Smeagol, and he needs me not. The powers I safeguard have allowed me to fortify him. Is you though that I would strive for, to defeat the last vestige of the One Ring's power, to deny it a final spiteful victory. Truly has it taxed me to reach to that part of you that can be saved, but it is done. Know me Smeagol, know that I am Galadriel!'
The Elvish face shone in Smeagol's mind and he saw that she stood in a garden with ponds and fish. So many juicy Fishes! When he looked into her face she nodded. He could fish there!
A small laugh carried inside his head, the kind of gentle laugh he had not heard for far too long.
'Not for ever, river dweller but for some time. But hark ye to your last task. Safeguard the pathway for Frodo even against Sam's anger. And so is my mission ended here.'
Smeagol could see clearly, he was nearly free. He felt the One Ring fall to its own doom and ran to to witness the victory… looking over his shoulder once he saw the Nazgul race to the mountain on their foul winged beasts, but with they were sustained by the Ring and with its destruction they crackled and went out.
He looked forward straight after that and was amazed to see the Hobbits struggling down the causeway. That was when Frodo fell from Sam's back and slipped towards the edge of the causeway. Sam dove for his master but it was too much and Frodo slid inch by inch towards release from the desperate grasp.
"Hang on Mr Frodo! Sam's desperate cry sounded. Frodo continued to slip away from Sam... until a wiry hand snapped hold over Frodo's wrist and began dragging him back.
"Smeagol wishes to live more. Smeagol only lives more because master saved him. "
Between them, Sam and Smeagol pulled Frodo up and all three collapsed on the path staring at the sky.
So it was that Smeagol could see that the Eagles were coming: for all of them.