Smeagol's POV
It was my 33rd birthday, which is a very important age for hobbits. My best friend, Deagol had taken me fishing at the lake. We were fishing, having fun, and we were happy and gay(and by gay I mean happy). Things were going swimmingly until Deagol got a bit, and this fish must've either been really big or really strong because it was pulling very hard, so hard that it pulled Deagol in the water. "Deagol?!" I said startled. The next few minutes involved waiting and looking in the water to see if he was alright, until he came out gasping for air and he seemed to be holding on to some kind of a ring. Then it happened, I heard a strange voice saying "Take the ring, we wants it, we needs it, we must have the precious." I politely asked for the ring, he denied. Then I heard the voice again which said "He has denied us the precious, he must die." No I cannot do that, he is my best friend. "Kill him" I hear the voice say. I hesitate as much as I can, but over and over I can hear him say "Kill him." Before I know it, he's dead and my hands are around his neck. Then I hear the voice tell me to take the ring from his dead hand, which I do since I know that I can't disobey this voice. I know I'll never escape the fact that I'm a murderer and sooner or later the rest of the shire will know, and see me as a threat.