And now....the chapter with the Ring! But bel;ieve me, the story has just
begun! I plan to mention Leani and family's reactions to this new Sméagol,
and what happens then. Asctually, Leani wasn't mentioned much in the last
few chapters, but not so now though!!! Bwa ha ha ha ha! So, uh, onto the
story!!!
Chapter Four: Evil
All the smiling faces, all the hugs, all the gifts. Smea seemed very pleased, he was now an adult in his community, as Dea had just become. The party left Smea tired, and after Leani on the cheek gently, he strolled down to the riverbanks where Dea was also retreating.
"Tired?" Dea asked, happily.
"You guessed it." Smea answered. He smiled.
"Want to look for river stones, like you used to?" Dea asked.
"Why not." The two of them slipped gently into the cool, refreshing river. Smea dark eyes searched the bottom for glints of green and blue, the color of the river stones. In the distance, the blurry figure of Dea seemed to be fingering something. Smea surfaced, following soon after by Dea. Smea looked at Dea with curiousity, but instead of being met with Dea's usually happy eyes and smile, there was an eerie, blank look on his face, and a frightening half smile. "It'ssss mine." Dea muttered.
"Dea, are you okay?" Smea asked climbing back onto the riverbank. Suddenly Smea caught a glance of something glinting in the sun. Something beautiful.and shiny..and.. His head spun and an unusual hissing voice was released from his mouth. "Give us that, Déagol, my love." Smea had not even meant to say that, the words were not his own. But he could not tear his eyes from the golden thing that Dea held. As Dea turned to look at Smea, the blank look disappeared from his face, replaced by that of confusion. "W-why?" "Because it's my birthday, my love, and I wants it," Smea hissed. Smea had never been so frightened.he was unable to control what he said, it simply came hissing out. His frightened eyes were focused on the ring.for a ring it was (author's note: no, really?) He was drawn into the ring, and was lost in it. And while Sméagol was lost in the ring, something else controlled his body, like a marionette. "I don't care," Dea answered, half frightened, half unsure whether this was some joke, "I have given you a present already more than I could afford. I found this, and I'm going to keep it."
"Oh, are you indeed, my love," said Smea. And somebody, for it was not Sméagol, but the ring's power embodied in the poor hobbit, caught Dea and strangled him. He put the ring on and hid the body. All night, he laughed and gloated over his ring.a personality unlike the real Smeagol.
Next morning, a cold and confused hobbit woke up on the banks of the river. The ring was in his pocket, and yet he was unknowing to it. Smea shook his, head, for it was Smea now, and not some cruel force that had taken him.
"What am I doing here?" he muttered to himself. "Dea.where are you?" Smea looked for his friend, for he had totally forgotten what had happened. "Dea, come on, no jokes.okay-I give up!" he said happily, but for some reason, he felt Dea would not return. Smea dismissed the thought from his mind. He decided he would return home, in thoughts that Dea would be waiting for him there. Smea suddenly stumbled over a badly buried body. Scared, Smea unearthed it and skipped a heart beat as the eyes of Dea looked into Smea's. And suddenly, he remembered what happened. "But I hadn't meant to kill him!" Sméagol yelled to no one, as he cried, desperately. He had not yet known what horrible force had caused him to kill his own friend. With tears streaming down his face, he began the long walk home, and stuck his hands in his pocket, only to find the ring. Unknowing, he put the ring on, thinking it would serve as a memory of Dea. Smea was unknowing of the ring's powers, until rabbit tried to run through him. Smea had studied animals, and knew that that doesn't just happen. He looked into a clear pool of water that served as a mirror. There was no reflection. Frightened, Smea began to take the ring off, but something took over his body.
"Sssméagol, we wantsss our precioussss." the something murmured.
"Well I don't!" Smea replied, trying to take control of his body, but all in vain. The monster who had control of him had subdued poor, confused Sméagol.
Chapter Four: Evil
All the smiling faces, all the hugs, all the gifts. Smea seemed very pleased, he was now an adult in his community, as Dea had just become. The party left Smea tired, and after Leani on the cheek gently, he strolled down to the riverbanks where Dea was also retreating.
"Tired?" Dea asked, happily.
"You guessed it." Smea answered. He smiled.
"Want to look for river stones, like you used to?" Dea asked.
"Why not." The two of them slipped gently into the cool, refreshing river. Smea dark eyes searched the bottom for glints of green and blue, the color of the river stones. In the distance, the blurry figure of Dea seemed to be fingering something. Smea surfaced, following soon after by Dea. Smea looked at Dea with curiousity, but instead of being met with Dea's usually happy eyes and smile, there was an eerie, blank look on his face, and a frightening half smile. "It'ssss mine." Dea muttered.
"Dea, are you okay?" Smea asked climbing back onto the riverbank. Suddenly Smea caught a glance of something glinting in the sun. Something beautiful.and shiny..and.. His head spun and an unusual hissing voice was released from his mouth. "Give us that, Déagol, my love." Smea had not even meant to say that, the words were not his own. But he could not tear his eyes from the golden thing that Dea held. As Dea turned to look at Smea, the blank look disappeared from his face, replaced by that of confusion. "W-why?" "Because it's my birthday, my love, and I wants it," Smea hissed. Smea had never been so frightened.he was unable to control what he said, it simply came hissing out. His frightened eyes were focused on the ring.for a ring it was (author's note: no, really?) He was drawn into the ring, and was lost in it. And while Sméagol was lost in the ring, something else controlled his body, like a marionette. "I don't care," Dea answered, half frightened, half unsure whether this was some joke, "I have given you a present already more than I could afford. I found this, and I'm going to keep it."
"Oh, are you indeed, my love," said Smea. And somebody, for it was not Sméagol, but the ring's power embodied in the poor hobbit, caught Dea and strangled him. He put the ring on and hid the body. All night, he laughed and gloated over his ring.a personality unlike the real Smeagol.
Next morning, a cold and confused hobbit woke up on the banks of the river. The ring was in his pocket, and yet he was unknowing to it. Smea shook his, head, for it was Smea now, and not some cruel force that had taken him.
"What am I doing here?" he muttered to himself. "Dea.where are you?" Smea looked for his friend, for he had totally forgotten what had happened. "Dea, come on, no jokes.okay-I give up!" he said happily, but for some reason, he felt Dea would not return. Smea dismissed the thought from his mind. He decided he would return home, in thoughts that Dea would be waiting for him there. Smea suddenly stumbled over a badly buried body. Scared, Smea unearthed it and skipped a heart beat as the eyes of Dea looked into Smea's. And suddenly, he remembered what happened. "But I hadn't meant to kill him!" Sméagol yelled to no one, as he cried, desperately. He had not yet known what horrible force had caused him to kill his own friend. With tears streaming down his face, he began the long walk home, and stuck his hands in his pocket, only to find the ring. Unknowing, he put the ring on, thinking it would serve as a memory of Dea. Smea was unknowing of the ring's powers, until rabbit tried to run through him. Smea had studied animals, and knew that that doesn't just happen. He looked into a clear pool of water that served as a mirror. There was no reflection. Frightened, Smea began to take the ring off, but something took over his body.
"Sssméagol, we wantsss our precioussss." the something murmured.
"Well I don't!" Smea replied, trying to take control of his body, but all in vain. The monster who had control of him had subdued poor, confused Sméagol.