Just been watching Lord of the Ring, and I had this idea, so I wrote it. Sorry, because it's a bit different from what it was in the movie (sorry, again, because I haven't read the books). This is just a snapshot as things happen just before The Ring is destroyed. Gollum centric.

It Didn't Matter

They were dangling over the lava. All Frodo needed to do was shake him off, and Gollum would fall to his death. Or, he could simply let go of the rocky ledge, and it would end them both... The Ring would fall with them.

Desperately, Gollum found the finger Frodo wore The Ring on, and, smirking madly, he bit down on it as hard as he possibly could. Overhead, eh could hear the ring-bear screaming in pain. Gollum could taste the rusty, salty tang of blood on his tongue, as the warm red liquid greeted his actions. It didn't matter to him.

Suddenly, Frodo was perfectly visible, and half of his finger was disconnected from the rest of him. The Hobbit wailed helplessly at the stump that was left over, as the blood continued to dribble quickly from the wound, and splattered all over Gollum's face. But that didn't matter to him.

He had The Ring in his grasp, and looked upon it with ecstatic glee. What he'd taken of Frodo's finger fell away, losing itself in the burning furnace beneath. But that didn't matter.

Gollum held The Ring between his fingers and he held it tight. Frodo shook him, trying to be rid of him. The Fat Hobbit yelled at him, shouting insults and threats, all the while begging his friend to hold on. Soon, Gollum felt himself falling. But that didn't matter.

It slipped from his fingers for the briefest of moments and his face contorted in horror. Although they were both falling, it seemed to get further and further away from him, until it was safely in his hands again. Then it didn't matter.

It didn't matter that things were very quickly getting hotter. It didn't matter that they were still falling. He had the ring, and that was all that mattered.

Even as his eyes widened in shock at the searing pain that overcame him as the lava took him, he did not relinquish his hold on The Ring. And as the lava took him, he was not truly afraid.

"My Precious..." he whispered, and then he was gone. Little did he know, that, even after the lava took him, The Ring lingered atop the lava a moment longer. So in his mind, he still had it. Even though he was dead, he thought he had The Ring. So it didn't matter.

I hope you enjoyed it. Please, Read and Review, and tell me what you thought.