Tolkien has been somewhat a god to me. I found out late in life that it was he, who opened the eyes of fantasy into the world, and me; hats off to him. I have read and read and found many things I didn't-and did-like about his books, and the movie that we have tried to make in his image. Here's a tale about one of them.
When Darkness Arose
Sly Hishonami
The night was colder than the ice IT ran on. Clouds overhead laughed at Its feeble efforts. Legs slipped and It fell back down the precipice. It's legs tangled with It's arms as he slid back to the bottom. They were waiting for him there. One hand reached out for It, but It wouldn't let it. It lashed out with his mouth. Sharp yellow teeth hit black Orc hand. The Orc fled the vicious It. Laughter came again.
"Sstop! Sstop! Sstop, my preciousss."
"I don't need to stop Gollum. I need you to tell me where the ring is."
"No! Not my preciousss!"
"Yes. Your precious. Where is it!?"
Gollum spat on the man in front of him.
"They sstole it. They sstole my preciousss! But doess they know it? No. Only I know my preciousss."
Gollums eyes flared a bright yellow. For once, he was able to see the man in front of him. Bright white robes covered him, devoid of any dirt. The same color of white covered is hair. His hands were small frail things at his side, clenching on an even frailer staff. On his shoulders was a stole of many colors. Gollum knew this man. He was Saruman the white.
'Yes. You know me Gollum. Tell me what you know, and I will give you your precious.'
"No. Out of me! Not my preciousss!"
"ENOUGH! Bring him to me. My patience has worn thin. Strap him to the table. I will know where the Ring is tonight."
The rest of the night was covered in Gollums wails:
"Preciousss!
Sshire!
Bagginsss!"