Author's Note: YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSS!I did it! OMG, I've wanted to write a LoTR fanfic so strong, and finally here it is - my first fic, related to Tolkien's beautiful world. Well, all is as follows: I do not own any of J.R. characters. Oh. About Professor Tolkien. He is...is just...well, he has written my all-time favourite book. Nothing to add more. The song which lyrics are used in the text is "Gollum's Song" performed by Emiliana Torrini from LoTR:Two Towers OST (the song that gives me goosebumps). Please, leave your comments, I'm very interested in them!

He had only one friend in his life.

Oh no, not true. He had had one more friend once. His best friend. So nice, so charming friend, who had found the Precious.

Oh no, not true again. He was so bad, so avid. He didn't want to give the Precious to him. In his birthday! He didn't to give him a present for his birthday!

So Smeagol was sure he made a right choice. To kill Deagol and to take his deserved, long-awaited, desirable Ring. To be his only Master.

From now he really had only one real, truly real friend. And from now he forgot about Smeagol, he forgot his home, his family and himself. He became Gollum.

Where once was light,
Now darkness falls.
Where once was love,
Love is no more.
Don't say goodbye,
Don't say I didn't try.

But the time, spent with the Precious, was the most bitter and the most beautiful time in his life.

Frigging, loathsome, nasty, hateful Baggins from disgusting Shire. How could he?! How could he steal his only friend, his only joy and reason for living?!

'We hate him, Precious. Nasty hobbit. We will come back. We will be together again. We will take our revenge. Nasty Baggins!'

These tears we cry
Are falling rain,
For all the lies you told us
The hurt, the blame!
And we will weep to be so alone,
We are lost.
We can never go home.

Perhaps, Gollum lost all his hope to return the Precious, but it came back, and it came back with Baggins. However, not that Baggins, which Gollum expected to see, but what was the matter? The Ring was back.

Gollum had to wait. A lot. Well, it wasn't so difficult for a creature, who had been waiting for sixty long, such long years...

So in the end
I'll be what I will be.
No loyal friend
Was ever there for me...

Gollum desired to become a Master again. Madly, passionately and desperately. But instead of it he had to become a slave for his own Master.

It's so hard to torn between love and hatred, loyalty and deception.

Now we say goodbye,
We say you didn't try.

'Master loves us. He helped us. He is good. He never offends Smeagol.'

But Frodo was the Ring bearer, the bearer of the Precious, and Gollum overtook. He was always overtaking. Why? I guess, on the same reason, that compelled Smeagol to kill once and to take the Ring.

These tears you cry
Have come too late,
Take back the lies,
The hurt, the blame!

'My precious has returned to us! It's ours! Ours! Ours!..'

When Gollum-Smeagol was falling into the fire of Mount Doom with the Precious in his hands, he didn't manage to realise the truth: he had never been the Master. He had only been a slave.

And you will weep
When you face the end alone
You are lost
You can never go home
You are lost
You can never go home