Rating: General
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~ * Thoughts * ~
Creeping, pouncing, snarling, jumping, quickly, quickly through the darkness I go. My eyees to see, my feets to grip the rocks and my fingers to hold the preciousssssss. The precious is near, we feels it, it calls to us in its sweet voice. I'm coming, my Precious one, wait for me! Eyes to see the trail where the nasty hobbitses have gone. We follows and now we leads them, yes we does. Want to go to the Black Gates, they does, and Gollum leads them. The Dark Lord is there, but Gollums leads them, through the flat Dead Marshes, where the dead ones lieses for a thousand years and the lights float and trapses...
Master is kind but the other one, fat he is and sweet the flesh would be. Master is friend but the other is tricksy, yessssss he is, he knows we wants the precious, doesn't he? We misses the precious. It's ours, our very own, and he stoooole it from us, yes he did, the tricksy horrible thief ... Oh yes, tricksy nasty filthy hobbitsy thieeves, that's what they all are. He took the Precious in the dark, took it away where we couldn't listen to its sweet voice! Well we'll get it back, oh yes, the precious, but HE won't get it, not the Dark Lord - he wants it too, but it's ours, ours, our only precious. Not his. He hurts us and hurts us. The hobbitses are taking it to him, but we'll get it back, won't we? Destroy it, they say. No, not the precious. We'll takes it, we will. Deep in the dark when he sleeps, we'll sneaks and takes it. Oh yessss, yes! Then back to the dark we'll go, where the water is sweet and cold and the precious sings to us in the deepses, and the fishes are sweet to eat and catch and the Dark Lord can't see ussss, deep in the darkses.
Noo! Master's our friend. Look at it shining there around his neck, oh round the Master's neck, while he sleepses so quiet. The other one watches us, see his eyeses open in the dark as he stares. But the precious...mustn't reach for it... Glitters and sparkles and calls to us, it does. We can't touch it, but we feelsss it, smells it. Wants to touch it, we does! Smooth and round, our precious, just to stroke it... Calling and singing in our head, it is. Voice so sweet, singing and singing to us. The Master is our friend, now, we can't take the precious from him. He wouldn't hurtses us. He can hear it singing, too, feel it in his head like we can. We knows, we does. Yesss, we does. So near, near, near to us, it is. Preciousssss! We wants it, we does, it's our birthday presssent and that nasty Bagginssss took it. It's ours! Takes it!
Nooo! Master's our friend! Can't hurtses the Master. He's kind to us, takes off the nasssssty elf rope that burns us, not like the other one. Elfssssss, we hateses them. Hurts us, they does. They all hurtses us, poor Gollum. But not the Master, he's our friend, yesss he is. He'd wouldn't be tricksy and hurtses us. He said we was Smeagol again. Remember Smeagol? Yesss, when we was young, before the deeps and darks under the mountain, before we loved the precious. Smeagol, Smeagol we was. Gollum, gollum. Lived in the light but it hurtses and burnssss us now, sears our eyeses and burns our poor skin.. then we got our birthday present and hid where no one could take the precioussssss from us. Until the nasty tricksy hobbit came along and took it.
Oh! The Master wakeses, he's looking at us. Nice Master! Nice Smeagol! See how nice Smeagol is? Coming, coming, Master!
~ * Thoughts * ~
Creeping, pouncing, snarling, jumping, quickly, quickly through the darkness I go. My eyees to see, my feets to grip the rocks and my fingers to hold the preciousssssss. The precious is near, we feels it, it calls to us in its sweet voice. I'm coming, my Precious one, wait for me! Eyes to see the trail where the nasty hobbitses have gone. We follows and now we leads them, yes we does. Want to go to the Black Gates, they does, and Gollum leads them. The Dark Lord is there, but Gollums leads them, through the flat Dead Marshes, where the dead ones lieses for a thousand years and the lights float and trapses...
Master is kind but the other one, fat he is and sweet the flesh would be. Master is friend but the other is tricksy, yessssss he is, he knows we wants the precious, doesn't he? We misses the precious. It's ours, our very own, and he stoooole it from us, yes he did, the tricksy horrible thief ... Oh yes, tricksy nasty filthy hobbitsy thieeves, that's what they all are. He took the Precious in the dark, took it away where we couldn't listen to its sweet voice! Well we'll get it back, oh yes, the precious, but HE won't get it, not the Dark Lord - he wants it too, but it's ours, ours, our only precious. Not his. He hurts us and hurts us. The hobbitses are taking it to him, but we'll get it back, won't we? Destroy it, they say. No, not the precious. We'll takes it, we will. Deep in the dark when he sleeps, we'll sneaks and takes it. Oh yessss, yes! Then back to the dark we'll go, where the water is sweet and cold and the precious sings to us in the deepses, and the fishes are sweet to eat and catch and the Dark Lord can't see ussss, deep in the darkses.
Noo! Master's our friend. Look at it shining there around his neck, oh round the Master's neck, while he sleepses so quiet. The other one watches us, see his eyeses open in the dark as he stares. But the precious...mustn't reach for it... Glitters and sparkles and calls to us, it does. We can't touch it, but we feelsss it, smells it. Wants to touch it, we does! Smooth and round, our precious, just to stroke it... Calling and singing in our head, it is. Voice so sweet, singing and singing to us. The Master is our friend, now, we can't take the precious from him. He wouldn't hurtses us. He can hear it singing, too, feel it in his head like we can. We knows, we does. Yesss, we does. So near, near, near to us, it is. Preciousssss! We wants it, we does, it's our birthday presssent and that nasty Bagginssss took it. It's ours! Takes it!
Nooo! Master's our friend! Can't hurtses the Master. He's kind to us, takes off the nasssssty elf rope that burns us, not like the other one. Elfssssss, we hateses them. Hurts us, they does. They all hurtses us, poor Gollum. But not the Master, he's our friend, yesss he is. He'd wouldn't be tricksy and hurtses us. He said we was Smeagol again. Remember Smeagol? Yesss, when we was young, before the deeps and darks under the mountain, before we loved the precious. Smeagol, Smeagol we was. Gollum, gollum. Lived in the light but it hurtses and burnssss us now, sears our eyeses and burns our poor skin.. then we got our birthday present and hid where no one could take the precioussssss from us. Until the nasty tricksy hobbit came along and took it.
Oh! The Master wakeses, he's looking at us. Nice Master! Nice Smeagol! See how nice Smeagol is? Coming, coming, Master!