We watch the hobbit climb, O yes. So close now. So easy it would be, here on the Mountain, to stop its breathing. We could wrap our fingerss around its neck, strangle it, Precious, beat its head against the rock, make it hurt and bleed, gollum, gollum. For It is there. The hobbit bears It. We flex our fingers and hiss.
Calling, always calling to us, Precious. So perfect … We hear It, O yes Preciouss! So close, and the nasty hobbit is so weak now.
Nasty hobbit?
No.
That's not true. That's Master. Nice Master. We like Master. Master is kind to uss, kind to Sméagol, yes. Master is Sméagol's friend.
Sméagol doesn't want to hurt Master. Not even for Precious.
But Precious is so strong! It hurts us. So cold, so cruel! Precious is ours, though. We need Precious. We can't live without It, gollum, gollum.
Master is out of sight now. At the top. He is at the top and we must choose.
We crawl after him, so fast, until we see him again, but it isn't Master anymore, it's Him, except it is Master, kind Master. But Master doesn't look kind now, he looks so terrible, so bright, it hurts our eyes, and yet so dark we cannot bear to look at him. And Precious is so happy. Precious is singing loudly now, too loudly. We need Precious, so greatly it claws at our chest, gnaws out our insides it does, Precious.
Master is gone now. He is wearing Precious. We rush at him. We have to stop him.
We don't want this. It belongs to uss. And Master doesn't want this either. He told us, didn't he, Precious. Said he'd destroy It, gollum.
We bite through Master's finger. Straight through, and then we see Master again and Precious is ours, so smooth and perfect and Precious is ours again. We crow with delight. We've wanted this, O yess. Wanted it so much, for so long. But Master-
Master looks so broken. We don't want Master to look like that. Master brought Precious back to us. Nice Master, kind Master should smile, too.
Sméagol has to help Master.
We leap into the fire.
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