Disclaimer: This is for the first chapter too because I forgot to do one!
Unfortunately Gollum doesn't belong to me. Luckily, neither do the cruel
hobbits, or anyone else who happens to be mentioned!
I'd just like to take this opportunity to thank my trusty thesaurus for helping me extend my command of the English language! I'd also like to say that
I HATE HOBBITS!
Any way enough about the nasty, smelly yucky hobbits, here's chapter two!
Where isss it?
Gollum began to climb down the cliff. His hands and feet were used to climbing and climbing down the cliff was almost as easy as walking. The hobbits thought that Gollum would have great difficulty climbing down the cliff because there weren't very many grips to put his hands and feet. Gollums hands and feet seemed to just stick to the cliff effortlessly.
"Cautious, cautious, my precious. Don't let's them see us, no. Nasssty hobbits, they stole our precious and we wants it.
Gollum was nearing the bottom of the cliff and began to get a strong scent of the hobbits, of his precious. He paused and looked around him inquisitively.
"Ach, Sss! Cautious, my precious! More haste, less speed. We musssn't risk our neck, mussst we, precious, no, cautious."
He continued descending precariously, keeping to the shadows.
"Where isss it? It's ours and we wants it! Where is it my precious? Nasty hobbits, they stole our precious and we wants it."
Gollum suddenly froze. He lifted his head and listened. Had he heard something about his precious? Maybe it was the wind, but it sounded like the ring, calling him. Gollum climbed down a few more feet and found nowhere to hold. He twisted round to try and go feet first, but he lost his grip completely and fell with a whistling shriek to the ground.
Sam dived on top of Gollum but got more than he bargained for when gollum started to cling to his throat with slimy fingers. He also sunk his teeth into Sam's shoulder, which was no less than Sam deserved. What Gollum didn't expect was to find Sting so dangerously close to his throat. Gollum immediately released an angry Sam, who gave him a venomous look, and started whimpering.
"Don't hurt us, don't let it hurt us my precious. Cruel little hobbitses. Jumps on us like cats on poor mices, we don't mean no harm, do we Smeagol? No we doesn't', we'll be nice to them if they're nice to us, won't we? Yess very nice, yess."
"Well what do we do with it?" Sam pondered. "I say we kill it."
Sobs welled up in Gollums throat.
"Don't kill us, nice hobbits. We'll be nice, don't kill us."
Frodo remembered a conversation he'd had with Gandalf, deep in the mines of Moria. He had no authority to deliberate death.
"We won't kill you, but you must help us, if you can."
"Yes, yes. Nice hobbits. Won't kill us, we helps them."
Sam was indignant, but would never question his master's decisions.
"Where are they going in these hard lands, we wonders?"
Gollum was eager to get his hands on his precious. He had yearned for his precious for years. He could feel its power, corrupting him more and more. He flinched when the nasty ring bearer looked straight into his pale blinking eyes and said.
"You have already guessed Smeagol. We are going to Mordor and I believe you know the way."
"Ach, Sss. Leave us alone, we won't go there, not there. Sss. Ashes and pits and orcs. Nasty orcs, we hates them."
"So you've been there. And you're being drawn back, aren't you?"
Gollums back stiffened and arched. He clenched his fists and shrieked, a high ear piercing shriek, which turned to whining and then sobbing. He spoke in a different language and started arguing with himself. (A true sign of madness, especially when you lose.)
"Leave me alone. You hurt me, I can't find it, and I'm tired."
"I wants it"
"I won't not for you, I won't"
He collapsed to the floor, weeping.
" They stole his precious and he's lost. Poor, poor Smeagol."
Frodo and Sam where adamant that they wanted to continue but Gollum insisted that he wouldn't travel until the White Face (A.K.A, the moon) went away, so the hobbits rested.
This was exactly what Gollum had intended. He was scared and did not want to go to Mordor. When the hobbits were sleeping, he would escape. What he didn't know was that the hobbits had made a silent agreement not to sleep, for they didn't trust Gollum. Gollum curled up and pretended to sleep. He opened his eyes a slit and listened to the hobbits breathing get heavier. When he was convinced that they were asleep gollum bounded into the darkness. Sam and Fordo ran after him and before long they had caught him. They accused him of going to get orcs. Gollum writhed and squirmed but the hobbits had to tight a grip on him so he lay still.
Sam rummaged in his bag and pulled out the elven rope. He bound Gollum tightly and Gollum hissed and spat.
"No, don't hurt us," he sobbed "Don't hurt us. It's burns, it tightens, it freezes!" He screamed in agony, but the hobbits showed no pity.
"What promise can you give us that you won't run away?" Demanded Frodo.
"Smeagol will be very good, Smeagol will swear never to let him have it," Frodo looked very smug and pleased with himself. "Please take it off us, it hurts." Gollum whined.
"The precious is before you Smeagol, speak you promise."
"Sss, yess, I promissse. Take it off us."
Gollum writhed and tried to bite himself free, his screams pierced the night air. The hobbits reluctantly removed the rope because they feared enemies would hear Gollums screams. Gollum instantly jumped up and exclaimed,
"Follow Smeagol, Smeagol knows the way he does, across the marshes, follow smeagol."
Sorry if that wasn't very interesting but if you read this far you can't have been that bored! Anyway chapter three is coming soon!
I'd just like to take this opportunity to thank my trusty thesaurus for helping me extend my command of the English language! I'd also like to say that
I HATE HOBBITS!
Any way enough about the nasty, smelly yucky hobbits, here's chapter two!
Where isss it?
Gollum began to climb down the cliff. His hands and feet were used to climbing and climbing down the cliff was almost as easy as walking. The hobbits thought that Gollum would have great difficulty climbing down the cliff because there weren't very many grips to put his hands and feet. Gollums hands and feet seemed to just stick to the cliff effortlessly.
"Cautious, cautious, my precious. Don't let's them see us, no. Nasssty hobbits, they stole our precious and we wants it.
Gollum was nearing the bottom of the cliff and began to get a strong scent of the hobbits, of his precious. He paused and looked around him inquisitively.
"Ach, Sss! Cautious, my precious! More haste, less speed. We musssn't risk our neck, mussst we, precious, no, cautious."
He continued descending precariously, keeping to the shadows.
"Where isss it? It's ours and we wants it! Where is it my precious? Nasty hobbits, they stole our precious and we wants it."
Gollum suddenly froze. He lifted his head and listened. Had he heard something about his precious? Maybe it was the wind, but it sounded like the ring, calling him. Gollum climbed down a few more feet and found nowhere to hold. He twisted round to try and go feet first, but he lost his grip completely and fell with a whistling shriek to the ground.
Sam dived on top of Gollum but got more than he bargained for when gollum started to cling to his throat with slimy fingers. He also sunk his teeth into Sam's shoulder, which was no less than Sam deserved. What Gollum didn't expect was to find Sting so dangerously close to his throat. Gollum immediately released an angry Sam, who gave him a venomous look, and started whimpering.
"Don't hurt us, don't let it hurt us my precious. Cruel little hobbitses. Jumps on us like cats on poor mices, we don't mean no harm, do we Smeagol? No we doesn't', we'll be nice to them if they're nice to us, won't we? Yess very nice, yess."
"Well what do we do with it?" Sam pondered. "I say we kill it."
Sobs welled up in Gollums throat.
"Don't kill us, nice hobbits. We'll be nice, don't kill us."
Frodo remembered a conversation he'd had with Gandalf, deep in the mines of Moria. He had no authority to deliberate death.
"We won't kill you, but you must help us, if you can."
"Yes, yes. Nice hobbits. Won't kill us, we helps them."
Sam was indignant, but would never question his master's decisions.
"Where are they going in these hard lands, we wonders?"
Gollum was eager to get his hands on his precious. He had yearned for his precious for years. He could feel its power, corrupting him more and more. He flinched when the nasty ring bearer looked straight into his pale blinking eyes and said.
"You have already guessed Smeagol. We are going to Mordor and I believe you know the way."
"Ach, Sss. Leave us alone, we won't go there, not there. Sss. Ashes and pits and orcs. Nasty orcs, we hates them."
"So you've been there. And you're being drawn back, aren't you?"
Gollums back stiffened and arched. He clenched his fists and shrieked, a high ear piercing shriek, which turned to whining and then sobbing. He spoke in a different language and started arguing with himself. (A true sign of madness, especially when you lose.)
"Leave me alone. You hurt me, I can't find it, and I'm tired."
"I wants it"
"I won't not for you, I won't"
He collapsed to the floor, weeping.
" They stole his precious and he's lost. Poor, poor Smeagol."
Frodo and Sam where adamant that they wanted to continue but Gollum insisted that he wouldn't travel until the White Face (A.K.A, the moon) went away, so the hobbits rested.
This was exactly what Gollum had intended. He was scared and did not want to go to Mordor. When the hobbits were sleeping, he would escape. What he didn't know was that the hobbits had made a silent agreement not to sleep, for they didn't trust Gollum. Gollum curled up and pretended to sleep. He opened his eyes a slit and listened to the hobbits breathing get heavier. When he was convinced that they were asleep gollum bounded into the darkness. Sam and Fordo ran after him and before long they had caught him. They accused him of going to get orcs. Gollum writhed and squirmed but the hobbits had to tight a grip on him so he lay still.
Sam rummaged in his bag and pulled out the elven rope. He bound Gollum tightly and Gollum hissed and spat.
"No, don't hurt us," he sobbed "Don't hurt us. It's burns, it tightens, it freezes!" He screamed in agony, but the hobbits showed no pity.
"What promise can you give us that you won't run away?" Demanded Frodo.
"Smeagol will be very good, Smeagol will swear never to let him have it," Frodo looked very smug and pleased with himself. "Please take it off us, it hurts." Gollum whined.
"The precious is before you Smeagol, speak you promise."
"Sss, yess, I promissse. Take it off us."
Gollum writhed and tried to bite himself free, his screams pierced the night air. The hobbits reluctantly removed the rope because they feared enemies would hear Gollums screams. Gollum instantly jumped up and exclaimed,
"Follow Smeagol, Smeagol knows the way he does, across the marshes, follow smeagol."
Sorry if that wasn't very interesting but if you read this far you can't have been that bored! Anyway chapter three is coming soon!