"Murderer! Sneak! Thief!" The voices rang through the darkness of his mind, memories he had long kept buried, forgotten, or so he had thought.
Images floated before his eyes. Things that were green and growing, beautiful things. He thought they might be called flowers, but he couldn't be sure. It had been so long since he had touched a flower, smelt a flower, even seen a flower.
"We mustn't think this way Precioussss… no we mustn't. Nassssty things they were. Nassssty and sssmelly. Gollum! Gollum!" The creature spoke to himself in the darkness of his cave.
But even though he had no desire to think these thoughts, they came anyway. He remembered people- he thought they might have been his friends, but he couldn't remember now. All he remembered was their angry voices as they drove him away from them. That was long ago, but he remembered it like it was yesterday.
Gollum fingered the ring slowly, gently. "My Precioussss..." he hissed. He hated this thing that he held in his hands. It was the reason his friends had driven him away. It was the reason that he lived in this hole, eating cold, slimy fish morning, noon and night. It was the reason his whole life had gone wrong.
But he also loved this thing. He never could bear to be parted from it for more than a few hours. He called it his birthday present, but he knew that wasn't true. But it didn't matter. It was his precious. He loved it, he hated it, he needed it. "My Precioussss… My Precioussss…" he hissed over and over again, stroking the ring with his long pale fingers.
For a moment some strange light glowed in his large pale eyes, and he almost threw the ring into the water that surrounded him, wanting to be rid of it forever. But then the light was gone, and he continued to stroke the ring again. "My Precioussss…" he hissed once more before slipping the Ring on his finger. He was hungry, but he was tired of fish. He would go find a goblin who had strayed to far from home. Goblins made a decent meal…
Gollum crept off into the darkness of the tunnel, never guessing what would happen to him that same day. Never dreaming that his Precious would slip from him, and find a new master in the hands of a small hobbit who now lay senseless in some dark goblin tunnel. Never knowing that he would rue the day that he played a game of riddles with a Mr. Bilbo Baggins.
"What have I got in my pocket?"
The End
A/N: Well, there you go. Hope you enjoyed it! Sorry for the extreme shortness, but I figured that my first post ought to be something short and simple. Reviews are coveted and anyone who writes one will recieve free cyber-treats! =)
Oh yeah, almost forgot: I do not own these characters, and I don't get any money from this story. Blah, blah, blah, disclaimer, disclaimer, disclaimer. ;)