I dunno whether this is all AU or not 'cause my memory of The Two Towers is hazy at best so maybe it is, maybe it isn't, you have been warned.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of thisssss, damnssss it precioussssss!!! J.R.R Tolkien I praise u!

Archive: Not that you'd actually wanna do that but anyway. If u wanna put this or any of my other fan fics anywhere just ask. Tell me where it's going and I'll probably say yes.

Pairings: Hmmmm.....none yet.

Rating: PG

Main Characters: Gollum / Smeagol, Frodo, Sam, Merry and Pippin.

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*This is Gollum / Smeagol's evil side*

*This is Gollum / Smeagol's good side*

'Anybody else's thoughts'

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Gollum's Redemption

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Gollum scampered on with unwavering energy as they continued their relentless quest towards Mordor. He glanced back at the four hobbits and watched with those mournful pale yellow eyes like moons shining out of his face. He watched carefully as Frodo stumbled over the rocks and nearly fell, but before he could react Sam had pulled Frodo to his feet. Gollum switched his eyes to Merry and Pippin, who joked as they tripped along, not acknowledging the danger they were in.

"Mister Frodo, perhaps we should stop for the night, it's getting dark?", Sam suggested. Gollum scowled angrily as Sam fussed over Frodo.

*Nassssty hobbit alwayssss sssteealssss nice masster*

*But hobbit is master's friend we must be nice to him*

Frodo nodded blankly as he stared numbly out into the night as though he were possessed by a demon of the night. Gollum rubbed his hands and watched as the hobbits settled down.

*Nassssty fat hobbit, we sssshould kill him and eat him*

*NO!!! He is master's friend, we cannot hurt him*

*He isss ssstealing masster from ussss, he issss*

*No he isn't master likes us, he does!*

*No, he doessssn't he triessss to sssteal precioussssss from usssss, yesss he doessss, he hassss our precioussssss*

"Hey, Gollum, are yi alright?", Pippin asked sitting down beside Merry, Gollum looked up sharply and saw that all four hobbits were looking at him.

"Yesss, Gollum isssss fine", he replied, hopping down off the rock he was perched on and scampering over to the sparse bushes around them, he scrabbled around underneath their prickly branches and reached forward, searching hopefully for anything edible.

"Hey, Smeagol. Where are you going?", Frodo called snapping out of his trance,as Gollum scuttled deeper under the bushes.

"Leave him Mister Frodo, the futher away that creature is from the ring the better", Sam scoffed, Gollum's skin tingled with rage and he slid out from under the bush, cutting his hand as he did so. He yelped in pain as blood began to trickle down his hand.

"What's wrong Smeagol?", Frodo asked, getting to his feet and walking over to the once hobbit. Sam shot Pippin and Merry a confused and disgusted look, he couldn't understand why Frodo spent so much time fussing over that vile creature.

'After all it's not as though it has feelings', Sam thought bitterly as Frodo reached Gollum's side.

"What's wrong Smeagol?", Frodo repeated, crouching beside Gollum who was cradling his cut hand.

"Gollum cut hisss hand, it issss nothing, nice hobbit sssshouldn't worry", Gollum whimpered, Frodo reached out and took hold of Gollum's wrist, pulling it slightly so to see the damage.

"We've got some water and cloth, I'll wash and bandage it for you", Frodo offered to Sam's disbelief.

"Mister Frodo! We need that water or we'll die of thirst", Sam protested, Frodo turned to glare angrily at Sam who recoiled in fear at the viciousness present in Frodo's cool blue eyes.

"We don't need all that water Sam and it won't take much to clean up his hand", Frodo snarled, even Gollum looked shocked at Frodo's anger.

"Gollum doesssn't want nice massster to die, no. Maybe other hobbit issss right, Gollum issss okay", Gollem said, despite the throbbing pain pulsating in his long, skinny fingers as the pain increased.

*See? Master wants to help us, he does like us*

*But what about nasssssty fat hobbit? He doessssn't like usssss. Massster might turn againsssst ussss, he might lisssten to fat hobbit*

"Come on, let's get you fixed up", Frodo said, suddenly very cheery and trouble free as he strolled back over to the other three hobbits and unbuckled his backpack. He pulled out a container of water and a dark blue cloth he had picked up all the way back in Rivendell, he was sure that, like all other elfin crafted things, it would contain some healing powers amongst its threads. Gollum crept cautiously over to the hobbit's camp and waited as Frodo unscrewed the lid of the water bottle.

"Give me your hand Smeagol", Frodo ordered, Gollum reached out his hand and winced as Frodo poured some water onto his palm. After that Frodo used a small washing rag to carefully clean out Gollum's trembling hand before wrapping the elfin cloth around the cut.

"There you go Smeagol, good as new", Frodo commented, packing the water bottle back in his bag, "We're about to have dinner, care to join us?".

*Why isssss he being nice to ussssss? He musssst me up to ssssomething, yesssss*

*Not everyone wants to hurt us, the nice master likes us*

*Don't be fooled....you cannot trusssst him he ssstole it, yessss the Bagginsssss sssstole it*

*No! Shut up, that was the nasty old Baggins, master is nice, he won't hurt us. Now go away and leave me alone*

*You are a fool, yessss you will be hurt*

"Come on Gol.....Smeagol", Pippin quickly corrected himself at Frodo's sharp look, "There's plenty of food to go around." That was stretching reality, they had barely enough food to last them another day if only four of them ate.

"Actually......", Merry started, not quite catching onto why Pippin was pushing the truth. Pippin gave him a quick look and Merry nodded, suddenly catching onto what they were doing.

"If nice hobbitsssss don't mind.........", Gollum said carefully.

"Of course we don't, the more the merrier", Pippin smiled, opening his pack and pulling out his food pouch, he dug out some bread and cheese and handed it around.

"Thankyou.....", Gollum trailed off, not quite sure what to call Pippin.

"Call me Pippin, pal. Everyone else does", Pippin smiled, "Now I bet you Frodo never told you about my aunt and the runaway carriage did he? Well.........". Sam scowled and tucked into his food but as his bitter feelings spread through his body the bread began to taste like coal and the cheese like bark. He sent angry glares over at Gollum and watched as Gollum was accepted into the circle.

'I hate him, I wish he'd never been born. I wish Bilbo had killed him when he had the chance', Sam thought as he watched Frodo talk animatedly to the creature.