A/N: Ok I'm sorry I haven't updated this, I was under the impression that I have written chapter three and I'm kinda updating all my LOTR stories at the same time, so when the other two had three I went to four for one and then I realized I was behind and I'm shutting up now.

P.S. I'm writing this because I like to do flashback/inner thought fics and rhinestonesailor requested this.

The Lord of the Rings Gollum's POV-Gollum takes the ring from Deagol.

            As Gollum made his way toward the Goblin village, his mind strayed to when he had first found precious. Things had changed so much since them, and even though he shouldn't have and even though he didn't want them to his thoughts centered on how much he missed Deagol.

            Deagol had betrayed him, he wouldn't give him precious! He had had no choicec but to kill him! But a small voice kept echoing in the back of his mind. The small voice of Smeagol. You didn't have to kill him, he didn't mean to take Precious. He was our friend…

            No! He wouldn't have sold Precious! He desperately tried to rid his mind of these thoughts but the voice forced him to remember.

            You were swimming remember? The two of you just like best friends do. He was the only one there to celebrate your birthday. Your family had refused to throw you a party, indeed they had locked you in the house for breaking all of Leanol's china, and pushing her puppy into a tree…

            But Deagol had come, it was he who convinced them to let us come out and play remember? He even brought us a present, a new sword the one we had been wanting for our birthday before it was cancelled. Poor Deagol had spent his entire year's savings on that sword and how did we repay him? By killing him!

            Nooo! He turned on us! He was never our friend, he only wanted Precious! It was our birthday present and he wouldn't give it to us!

            We went swimming playing by the creek and having fun. We both took turns diving to get the pretty pebbles from the creek bottom. We always managed to get the best stones and Deagol never complained, not even when we'd gloat all about how better ours was. He was our friend even when we didn't deserve him.

            No! He was evil all he wanted was Precious! He didn't care about us! All he wanted was Precious!

            We had plenty of gold rings, more than we could count, but when Deagol came up from the water with the ring in his hand, we had to have it. Poor Deagol had nothing in the world to call his own; his family couldn't afford to spoil him as ours did. We saw that ring and we had to have it, didn't we? But Deagol wouldn't part with it, and why should he? He had found it after all.

            It was our birthday! He should have given it to us. It was meant to be our birthday present and he wouldn't give it to us!

            We ended up strangling him for the ring, we strangled our best friend. We had grown up side by side and we killed him! We were forced into exile because we had to have that ring. Was it worth it?

            Of course it was worth it! Any sacrifice is worth Precious. Killing the traitor Deagol was more than worth Precious! And we'd do it all over again if we had to, anything for Precious…

A/N: Okay in writing this chapter I realize I'm missing a detail or two in the whole Smeagol-Deagol thing. So if I messed up somewhere just tell me and I'll correct it. If not hey it's literary creativity. I had a lot of fun with this chapter so I hope you all enjoy!