Guiding
The two Hobbits, the one with the ring and the other one, his friend, left. They were going to Mordor, and I knew they were trying to destroy the precious.
You didn't know I knew?
Don't worry, I knew. I always knew, I read it. I knew everything. This whole world, and I was the only smart one! The best, the cleverest, we were, but we were missing our heart. Our precious.
If we had had it, precious, we would never have been caught by the nasty Hobbits, and tied around the leg, like a beast. I wailed, I cried, precious, but they did not let us go. The older one, the one with the precious, took pity on us finally. I may never have had many friends, but I knew how to deal with them. This one reminded us of Déagol, a little, or Teacher from the other world. He also wouldn't let us squeeze the little creatures we ate, but I liked him. He made us feel safe, and he had our heart.
My precious.
So that is why I didn't leave him. He was a good master, for a time, but he betrayed us. They all do, in the end. It is always best to stay alone, and we could do it if we only had our heart, our precious. My heart, my precious.
You know.
So we took the Hobbits to Her. We had met Her, before, and we knew we could control Her. We were better than She was, always better, and She never tried to eat us. Instead, we gave Her other food.
But this food was tough, and the Hobbits didn't die. The cursed fat one defeated Her, and they got away, and left us. They took our heart, our precious, and we were left alone. All alone, in the darkness again.
So we waited, for a time, waited while the Hobbits were taken into the orc-barracks, waited
while they escaped. Oh, we knew they would escape, precious. Didn't I tell you I knew everything? Well, I did. I knew it all, when no one else did! And I thought knowledge was the key to my heart.
Well, it was in the end.
You know that, though.
We found the Hobbits again on the peak of Mount Doom, where we knew they would be. And the older one, the one with the precious, could not throw it in. He put it on, but we were expecting it, and we bit the precious off his finger. We got our heart back at last. Got the finger, too.
But then we fell towards endless fire, and so it ends.
Falling.
Disclaimer: Nothing of Tolkien's creation belongs to me.
