"We is free! Free, Precious! Free forever!" he cried in joy.
"Quiet! They will hear us and catch us again, Precious!" he whispered.
Cries of 'Come back!' rang through the forrest as he ran. He ran and ran without think of where. The forrest was bright with daylight. His rough hands and feet scarred on the rocks. He could feel the blood on his hands. Panting and coughing he stopped to catch his breath.
"Stupid elves! Thinking we is coming back! He said. "Thank the orcs who have helped free us."
"Yes, precious!" He whispered.
He sat in the tree waiting for the calls of 'Gollum' to stop. When they finally did they began to discuss what to do next.
"What now, Precious?" He asked. What is we to do?"
"Stupid! We go after it of course! They has it!" He said in anger. "Filthy hobbitses! We'll catch them!"
"We don't even know where's there are!" He cried in fear.
"With the elves, of course! We must find and follow quietly, Precious!" He said.
"What if they catches us? What then? They'll kill us!" He cried.
"They won't! Elves were nice to us! They will be too." He said with a smile.
"Gollum! Gollum!" He coughed. "What about... him?"
"Him?! He doesn't matter! The Precious is ours and we will have it back!" He said.
He slowly crawled down the tree and krept towards the west. For days he crawled up and down rocks and trees. He kept as quiet as he could. He caught a juicy fish every day. Eventually he found them as they were leaving. He crawled behind slowly and quietly for days, biding his time, watching them sleep. He would strike soon. But there were far too many now. He had to wait.
He slowly krept behind for days on end. There was one, a tall grey figure who had caught a glimpse once in a while. He paniced and hide for hours to be sure he would not be seen again. He would slowly creep out and look carefully. No one, all asleep. He sat and talked in a low whisper again.
"Too close, Precious!" He said. "Far too close!"
"What now?" He asked. "They have seen us!"
"We must follow!" He said. "Has it forgotten what they did to us?"
"No... They stole it!" He said in anger. "My Precious!"
"Gollum! Gollum!" He coughed. "And we will kill them for it!"
"Not again, Precious!" He cried. "Not again!"
"It has to, Precious, My love." He said. "We must get it back. Even if it means to kill again."
"Deagol..." He whispered through the tears.
"Shut up! He got what he deserved for trying to take it for himself!" He said.
"Go away!" He said. "Leave us alone, Precious!"
"No, my love, my Precious." He whispered. "We is here forever!"
"Please..." He whispered as he soft banged his head against the rock. "Go away."
"We must get it back!" He said. "We must!"
"Yes, Precious." He said slowly. "We must."
"It doesn't know we is in the shadows." He said as he crept as the group began to leave. "We is coming."