"Deep down here by the dark water lived old Gollum, a small slimy creature [...] He had a little boat, and he rowed about quite quietly on the lake; for lake it was, wide and deep and deadly cold." - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Hobbit
The creature called Gollum paddled aimlessly around his subterranean lake, flat, flapping feet propelling his little boat with nary a sound or a ripple. Occasionally his grasping hands would dart into the black water to snatch a fish from its depths, and he would gurgle happily and horribly as he munched on his still-wriggling prize. The lake had sustained him for the better part of five hundred years, it and its denizens. Do not think that he was not grateful. Oh no, far from it. Only his Precious has taken better care of him than that water under the mountains.
