Disclaimer: LOTR is not mine, and I am making no profit from it. No matter how much the bloody Ring wants to babble in my head.

Dear Diary,

Thinks its arguing with itself, it does. Thinks my voice is a figment of its imagination. The stupid Hobbit. We're almost in control, now, my Diary.

The Sam and the Gollum are following still, but the Gollum was cowed and the Sam wants to kill him. We will wait to kill the Sam, yes, wait and then kill him and then all the Hobbits, oh yes. We will rejoin with Sauron and smash them all! Elves and Dwarves and Men and Hobbits! Everything that thinks, oh yes, all of it misery suffering -!

YES!

He can hear us! Master Sauron, he can hear us, His are coming!

What The Hell?! The Gollum? The Sam-Hobbit was supposed to have killed it! It hated the Gollum! I hate it! Nasty wretched thing! Useless fish eater! I don't care if you can hear me, you little bastard! Go away! Kill it Frodo! Ahh! It bites, I warned you it bites!

Oh, fine, so you got me, so what? You want to know something?! You want to? Nazgul are coming, all of them, you little - wait, no - watch where you're at, you pathetic!

Farewell, my Diary - wait, you're not real?

DAMN IT!!!