(Quick note, Elf doesn't feel right but neither does elve. Enjoy)

Precious? Where are you precious? Where's that fat hobbit who stole you from me? As soon as I see him, he's dead. Why won't you call to me? I can't hear you precious.

These have been the thoughts that have been going through Sméagol, more commonly known as Gollum, for almost a year. Since he met that filthy hobbit who goes by the name of Bilbo Baggins, he had not been able to rest. Why did he steal the ring? He must not have any purpose for it. Not like Gollum. No, he needs it. That's it. If he didn't have the precious soon he was sure to die. The emptiness of his life was sure to drive him insane. Some people would say he was already insane. They had no idea of what he would do if he didn't get his ring back soon. His mind had been messed up because of the ring; there was no doubt about it but he didn't see it that way. The ring was the only thing that was keeping him alive. They say he murdered Déagol because of the ring but that was only half true. It was Déagols' fault he was dead. If he was a nice cousin and simply handed over the gift, he would still be alive. It's his reason he was dead. Why did they all blame poor innocent Sméagol? Why banish him for something that wasn't his fault?

It had been loud without the ring. The sounds that used to be ignored were now more deafening then ever. He could hear his heart beat in an uneven pace, the sound the water drops after a storm hitting the ground echoed in Gollums mind and every time his disgusting, dirty feet touched the ground not only could he feel the heat of the dirt, he could almost hear what had been there last. Whether it be a group of riders or a single Mûmakil that had passed through. There was nothing Gollum could do to get rid of the cursed sounds. He needed the ring. There was no other way. The only problem is, he had to go to what is known as the shire to reclaim his precious. He had no idea where the Shire was anymore.

Sure, when he was a hobbit he travelled a lot. But that was centuries earlier. Being confined into the misty mountains had destroyed his memory of life prior to the horrible day. He just had to wonder across the lands, searching for anyone who knew the whereabouts of the Shire and avoiding anyone who looks as if they intended to hurt the old creature. There was no denying it, he wasn't the strongest creature. He could hurt some things, like the hobbit if he ever gets the chance. An army of orcs though? They would surely kill him the first second they get. If taking a longer route to where Gollum hoped was the shire was going to keep him safe, it was definitely worth it.

It was night and Gollum had just reached a new territory. It wasn't cold like it had been for the last few nights and in fact was rather warm. Warm enough to keep him awake so he could run through the night. What a weak little fool he was, always had to find some shelter from the frost, taking away time he could have spend on looking for his precious. There was no way he was going to rest. Not only did he need the precious, the precious needed him. He just knew it. The thought of the fat hobbit putting his dirty stubby fingers into the gold ring made Gollum sick. How dare he smudge the beauty of it.

It had been the second day Gollum had been running in a certain forest. It was empty which was very unusual for a forest. Every other time there had been at least sounds of some type of creatures resting there, whether it is orcs, elves or even human. He did avoid them but it just seemed very strange. They must be keeping their eye out for trespassers such as Gollum. That was what usually happened. Once or twice he was captured by elves but they let him go. According to them, he wouldn't do much damage to anyone or anything so it was better to let him be on his way. They were right. Gollum didn't care for the wars that went on in their worlds. He liked to be left alone but now he had to encounter the everyday life of them on his way.

"You there" he heard someone call out, making Gollum stop. Who was it? Looking around, he didn't see anything.

"You're just imagining things again" Gollum said to himself with a little chuckle nervously. His laugh was very strange but he didn't mind. It had been centuries since he laughed with pure pleasure. Now, he just laughs to himself to keep him from being scared. He was about to start running off again but he heard the same voice as a second earlier.

"What are you doing out here?" the voice sounded angry. Gollum didn't like angry. Who would?

"Who's there?" he wheezed out, taking in a deep breathe and looking around the forest. Where was the voice coming from? All he could see was darkness and trees. "Where's this voice coming from? Why do you want to know about Gollum?" he asked. Finally, he spotted someone by a tree. It was a pale person with long golden hair, in what looked like a cloak. Looked like an elf. Why did an elf want to know why Gollum was there?

"You must be a new one. Trying to run away are you?" he asked. It was clear in his face that he was getting even angrier at Gollum and even a bit disgusted. Not knowing what to do, Gollum simply shook his head, his big blue eyes bulging out as usual.

"What is you talking about? Running away am I? From what?" he asked curiously but nervously at the same time. Before anything else could happen, he heard the elf say something that sounded like "Petrificus Totalus" and he couldn't feel his legs anymore, collapsing onto the ground. He couldn't feel any part of his body anymore, no matter how hard he tried. As he tried to yell, nothing came out and he saw the elf walk over to him. The elf smirked to himself, Gollum couldn't help but notice the thin lips he had.

"Dobby" the man said to no one in particular. A little creature appeared next to him. It had large eyes like Gollum and was very wrinkly. Eugh, what is that horrible thing? Gollum thought to himself.

"Yes master" the thing that must be Dobby replied nervously.

"We seem to have another attempted escape by your lot" he said annoyed. Dobby looked at Gollum and seemed as confused as he was.

"But sir" he started to say before being picked up by a cloth which was covering his body by the elf.

"I don't want to hear it. Take him back to the mansion and make sure he gets to work" he glared angrily. Once Dobby nodded, the elf threw him back onto the ground and disappeared into thin air.

"Well, let's get you back to the mansion then" Dobby whispered in a whimper, grabbing Gollum. He still had no idea what was going on. Why couldn't he move? How could the two appear and disappear like that?