Disclaimer: Nope, not mine. Though I'd give Gollum to my friend if he were *nods*.
This was just one of those random ideas that pops into your head when you can't sleep, and then you can't get it out so it only makes things worse. It occurred to me that no one really seems to write about Gollum, so I started to wonder what things would be like for his point of view. It didn't come out like I wanted it to, but it was worth a shot (at 2 o' clock in the morning, I might add). Reviews would be much appreciated.
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Hidden away among the sharp rocks of Emyn Muil it waited, waited for the dreadful sunlight to go away. Waited for nightfall and the cool, lovely dark, when they would sleep, yes, they would sleep. And as it waited, it brooded.
What to do? Oh, what to do now, precious?
Have it we must, but how? Two of them there is, two nassty little hobbitses.
And it knows, it does, knows we are watching, waiting, gollum..
Catch it like a slippery little fish, yess. Not like the nice blind ones down in our lake, no, no, it sees us, knows us. Wriggle it will, but we will catches it, catches it and takes back our birthday-present, gollum..
Our birthday-present it was, we must have it, have it back, our birthday-present.
Nassty tricksy thievses!
They all want it, all want to take it from us!
We must take it and hides ourselves away where no one will find us, precious. They found us in our nice lake, our nice lake with little blind fishes and tasty stupid goblins.
Bagginses, we hate Bagginses, tricksy all of them. They cheats at riddles with us, cheats, cheats! And steals, too, steals our birthday-present, precious! Asks us what's in it's pocketses, it does, and how should we know what in its pocketses, gollum, gollum!
Not its hand, its filthy handses, not a knife, no, not even string! Doesn't keep the proper things in its pocketses, nassty tricksy Bagginses.
But now it will be ours again, precious, ours! And we will go down to dark places again, away from light that burns our eyes and makes us blinkses. A nice place, yes, with a lake and little blind fishes and another boat. No one will be able to find us, gollum, we will be safe from nasty thieving hobbitses, yes..
Maybe we will find nests again, nests with tasty eggses in them, eggses like we used to teach the old one to suck, lovely sticky eggses with bright yellow middles.
Eggses like we used to have before he took it from us, gollum, gollum, tried to keep our birthday present, our precious! It was our birthday, it was ours, it was meant to be ours! Kept it to himself he would have, even though it was our birthday, our birthday! Filthy, nasty Deagol. It was ours, ours it was, precious!
Yes, yes, it was ours!
It is still ours, my precious!
Nasty Bagginses will wriggle and squirm, yes, like juicy sweet fishes. Didn't get to eats it last time, we will eats it this time! Kill it and eats it and take back our birthday-present, gollum.
'It is mine, my own, my precious..'