Pity
A/N: I just was rereading the FOTR, and I noticed that Gandalf talks about Aragorn catching Gollum in the second chapter. So, I thought it be cool if someone had written about it. So I did, when I should had been listing in Science
I look over at the small, almost folded in half, I am not sure what he is, thinking about it. He looked up at me, with cold eyes. His eyes remind me of a ghost more than anything. So much pain, and hate would back at me, and I would fell taken back.
There we were, out, in a bog of the death. The smell had got into my head, and taken over, leaving me feeling light-headed. The fire crackled in front of me, and him. He stayed a good distance away from me, as much as the tie around his neck would allow. His long fingers played with the rocks a long the ground, building a small wall between us.
He seemed so helpless, seeing what the ring had done to him. I was there when he slipped out everything to Gandalf, or as much as Gandalf could get from him. He watched me as I watched him. It seemed like a fair trade, and tried to guess how long this thing haven't eaten. "Hey," I started, looking hard at him, "Hungry?" I asked, holding out a piece of slated meat to him.
I was answered with a grunt, and a 'Gollum', but the long fingers reached out over mine, taking the meat from them. The motioned seemed slowed down, but fast that the same time.
He brought the meat up to his nose, still glaring at me, and sniffed. He thought for a moment, looking at me with coldness, "He hates us, precious." He softly hissed, "Wants us dead, he does, precious." His tongue seemed to round with the 's's, he seemed to do it all the time. "He wants it. He wants the precious!" The small thing growled, knocking over his small wall, meat still in hand. The queer thing was, I didn't know who he was talking about, him, or Sauron, or..even me.
He began to chew the meat in the corner of his mouth, and I am sure he didn't enjoy it. I didn't bother myself over it, and opened my pack, in search of something to stop the stinging in my arm, where I had been bitten. 'Gees,' I thought, cursing Gandalf, 'Who would pity this... this monster.' My patience with this Gollum had run low, as I think his with myself as well.
I see why people can pity him. He looks so small, and unhappy. He should have death, but I know I can't do it. I know I can't just kill him now, even with my sword inches away. He been through so much, and he should be dead. But I can't do it, I pity him; I feel like everyone else, I pity him, knowing I can't help him. And with that fact, I will have to live with it. I feel like him in ways, I really do.
A/N:..Yeah, that's it...Review, and tell me how good I did!
A/N: I just was rereading the FOTR, and I noticed that Gandalf talks about Aragorn catching Gollum in the second chapter. So, I thought it be cool if someone had written about it. So I did, when I should had been listing in Science
I look over at the small, almost folded in half, I am not sure what he is, thinking about it. He looked up at me, with cold eyes. His eyes remind me of a ghost more than anything. So much pain, and hate would back at me, and I would fell taken back.
There we were, out, in a bog of the death. The smell had got into my head, and taken over, leaving me feeling light-headed. The fire crackled in front of me, and him. He stayed a good distance away from me, as much as the tie around his neck would allow. His long fingers played with the rocks a long the ground, building a small wall between us.
He seemed so helpless, seeing what the ring had done to him. I was there when he slipped out everything to Gandalf, or as much as Gandalf could get from him. He watched me as I watched him. It seemed like a fair trade, and tried to guess how long this thing haven't eaten. "Hey," I started, looking hard at him, "Hungry?" I asked, holding out a piece of slated meat to him.
I was answered with a grunt, and a 'Gollum', but the long fingers reached out over mine, taking the meat from them. The motioned seemed slowed down, but fast that the same time.
He brought the meat up to his nose, still glaring at me, and sniffed. He thought for a moment, looking at me with coldness, "He hates us, precious." He softly hissed, "Wants us dead, he does, precious." His tongue seemed to round with the 's's, he seemed to do it all the time. "He wants it. He wants the precious!" The small thing growled, knocking over his small wall, meat still in hand. The queer thing was, I didn't know who he was talking about, him, or Sauron, or..even me.
He began to chew the meat in the corner of his mouth, and I am sure he didn't enjoy it. I didn't bother myself over it, and opened my pack, in search of something to stop the stinging in my arm, where I had been bitten. 'Gees,' I thought, cursing Gandalf, 'Who would pity this... this monster.' My patience with this Gollum had run low, as I think his with myself as well.
I see why people can pity him. He looks so small, and unhappy. He should have death, but I know I can't do it. I know I can't just kill him now, even with my sword inches away. He been through so much, and he should be dead. But I can't do it, I pity him; I feel like everyone else, I pity him, knowing I can't help him. And with that fact, I will have to live with it. I feel like him in ways, I really do.
A/N:..Yeah, that's it...Review, and tell me how good I did!