SMEAGOL!
(Before the Taming of Smeagol in the Two Towers)
He sat alone in the cold dark rocks, hungry. Hungry for food, and hungry for the ring. Smeagol, or Gollum, was a poor sad creature. He wondered alone, looking for the Hobbits he knew were there. He thought as he searched. Smeagol thought about how he barely remembered his past life before. Mostly he remembered the Gollum parts of him. Part of him wanted to be Smeagol. But the other only wanted the precious.
This thought made Smeagol fall to the ground and press himself against the rocks.
"The precious... Yes my precious. Here is the precious" he whispered to himself. Always the precious he thought after. He wanted it, needed it! The One Ring drove him to madness, drove him to hunt, for it. He would kill all that he could for it.
"It's meant to be mine! It was my precious.... gollum, gollum!" he cried to himself.
Then he remembered why he was out of his cave, not hiding alone with the precious. He was hunting it. He could smell something. The Hobbits!
Smeagol leaped around looking for the Hobbits. He spotted them below, trying to find their way through the cold dark mountains. He followed them for a while. And when they were sleeping, he attacked.
(Before the Taming of Smeagol in the Two Towers)
He sat alone in the cold dark rocks, hungry. Hungry for food, and hungry for the ring. Smeagol, or Gollum, was a poor sad creature. He wondered alone, looking for the Hobbits he knew were there. He thought as he searched. Smeagol thought about how he barely remembered his past life before. Mostly he remembered the Gollum parts of him. Part of him wanted to be Smeagol. But the other only wanted the precious.
This thought made Smeagol fall to the ground and press himself against the rocks.
"The precious... Yes my precious. Here is the precious" he whispered to himself. Always the precious he thought after. He wanted it, needed it! The One Ring drove him to madness, drove him to hunt, for it. He would kill all that he could for it.
"It's meant to be mine! It was my precious.... gollum, gollum!" he cried to himself.
Then he remembered why he was out of his cave, not hiding alone with the precious. He was hunting it. He could smell something. The Hobbits!
Smeagol leaped around looking for the Hobbits. He spotted them below, trying to find their way through the cold dark mountains. He followed them for a while. And when they were sleeping, he attacked.