A/N: This is not a story in the 'Tales of the Morningstar' - series. Enjoy!
As the minutes of my doom drew closer, I knew what I should've known oh so long ago:
I should've chosen the latter.
(Many years earlier)
The day had come… Or so I thought…
In the dark they continued, fighting for their lives in a moment growing more heated by the second. The deal had been struck, and the one who had the upper hand remained unknown to it, while the one who would've had it any other day, did not. The darkness consumed us, the wind but a faint whisper as they took their turns on each other.
First round, one-zero.
Second, one-one.
Third round, two-one.
The fourth ended with two-two.
Last question, it was a rather nasty one, and I did not know what to hope for. Neither did I know if fleeing from it all would lead to a better outcome. My freedom, or my chance at getting to Him? It was far from the same thing. I had two options, my very choice in this exact moment could tip the scale completely, for both sooner and later events. To flee, or to stay? To hope, or to do?
It ended sooner than one would think, though what would come next was far from unexpected. The loser, he who thought he had the upper hand—thought he had me, trashed around in a heavy tantrum as panic soared through both of them. At last he realised that the one who knew little of me, had the fault regarding my sudden disappearance from his possession.
He ran, I followed—and he followed as expected. The one who desired me ran after the one who was oblivious, while I followed him through the small cracks through the cave, unwilling but unable to resist, for it was little I could do now. Confusing, but true. And me? Well, no one ever asks what I desire, and none in this living world would ever grant me my wish, even if they so would want the same.
Everyone hates me, fears me, despises me, though both sides of the scale will always remain even. For every Man, Dwarf and Elf along with all else also loves me, desires me, needs me; they just don't know it until it is too late for them to throw it away. Until my hooks have sunken too deep, they remain oblivious to my unwilling grasp.
And as he carried me away into the long forgotten light of the sun, all that could be heard was a shriek filling the empty darkness of the deep cave.
"My Precious!"
A/N: Alright, so I know this gives very much sense… not. I just thought the world needed a story seen from the ring's point of view. Hehe, sorry it was a bit confusing at moments, especially when switching between Bilbo and Gollum, and having to say 'he' all the time. But I hope this was okay anyways. Please leave a review, telling me what you think.
'Till next time,
Erelil Morningstar