OUT OF THE DARKNESS
a Smeagol/Gollum fic
The fat hobbit hurts us. He calls us names and tries to make Master put the rope back on. He calls us a monster, an animal. He is tricksy, very tricksy. He will try and kill us if he gets the chance.
But Master won't let him. No, Master is our friend, he wouldn't let the fat, stupid hobbit hurt us. Master takes care of us. Master doesn't call us names or watch us with cruelly sharp, bulging eyes. He's not like the fat hobbit. He wants to help Smeagol. He wants Smeagol to find is way home from inside the darkness.
No, Master is only using us. Master will just throw us aside once we've led him into Mordor. He will take the precious and destroy it. We must kill him, precious, and take it back. Yes, yes, we must steal back the precious!
No! Smeagol will not hurt Master! Master is good to us! Master treats us good. He's not tricksy. He won't hurt us.
Yes, he will. When he doesn't need us anymore he'll just cast us out and forget about us. Or worse, kill us!
I'm not listening! I can't hear you!
Yes, you can. You know that I'm right. You know that everytime the fat hobbit calls you a name, Master is more and more convinced he needs to be rid of us. Outside the land of Mordor, Master will wash our blood off his hands and never think of us again! Go away and leave me alone!
He will kill us, Smeagol. He will kill us because he wants the precious. We won't let him have it, will we?
Leave me alone!
Will we, Smeagol? Will we let Master keep the precious?
Yes, yes, Smeagol will not kill Master! Smeagol will not steal from Master! Leave Smeagol alone!
*Silence*
He's . . . gone!
"Smeagol? Smeagol! Where are you?"
"Smeagol is here, Master! Follow Smeagol, we still have a long way to go! Come Masters, follow Smeagol!"
END
The fat hobbit hurts us. He calls us names and tries to make Master put the rope back on. He calls us a monster, an animal. He is tricksy, very tricksy. He will try and kill us if he gets the chance.
But Master won't let him. No, Master is our friend, he wouldn't let the fat, stupid hobbit hurt us. Master takes care of us. Master doesn't call us names or watch us with cruelly sharp, bulging eyes. He's not like the fat hobbit. He wants to help Smeagol. He wants Smeagol to find is way home from inside the darkness.
No, Master is only using us. Master will just throw us aside once we've led him into Mordor. He will take the precious and destroy it. We must kill him, precious, and take it back. Yes, yes, we must steal back the precious!
No! Smeagol will not hurt Master! Master is good to us! Master treats us good. He's not tricksy. He won't hurt us.
Yes, he will. When he doesn't need us anymore he'll just cast us out and forget about us. Or worse, kill us!
I'm not listening! I can't hear you!
Yes, you can. You know that I'm right. You know that everytime the fat hobbit calls you a name, Master is more and more convinced he needs to be rid of us. Outside the land of Mordor, Master will wash our blood off his hands and never think of us again! Go away and leave me alone!
He will kill us, Smeagol. He will kill us because he wants the precious. We won't let him have it, will we?
Leave me alone!
Will we, Smeagol? Will we let Master keep the precious?
Yes, yes, Smeagol will not kill Master! Smeagol will not steal from Master! Leave Smeagol alone!
*Silence*
He's . . . gone!
"Smeagol? Smeagol! Where are you?"
"Smeagol is here, Master! Follow Smeagol, we still have a long way to go! Come Masters, follow Smeagol!"
END