Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. They all belong to their
respective studios, authors, and so forth. I just enjoy messing around
with them.
Note: This is the first story I've ever posted here, or anywhere for that matter. All reviews are very welcome. If you like this story, let me know and I will continue it, or write more like it. This story is total random insanity, but please keep in mind I can write GOOD stories too. They're not all like this.
Sorry Ch2 is so short. The next one will hopefully be longer.
There was once a mild-mannered young hobbit named Smeagol. He lived near the riverside, with his pet hawk who went hunting for him. One day, as he was making some porridge, his hawk, named Precious, flew in with a shiny object in his beak.
"What do you have there, Precious?" Smeagol asked his hawk.
The hawk dropped the object onto the table and Smeagol picked it up. "Hmmm." he contemplated. "It's a gold ring. It must be very precious." He put it on and saw his hand disappear. The world around him now looked very strange. Then he looked up into the mirror on the other side of the room and realized he had no reflection. Smeagol got scared and took it off, feeling the weight of it in his hand.
He just sat and stared at it for awhile, then decided to keep it. As the years went on, Smeagol grew very accustomed to the ring and began to turn into a strange creature that barely looked like a hobbit. He was shunned by all other hobbits, who were beginning to fear him and they chased him out of the Shire.
Smeagol ran off to Mordor, where he took over as the ruthless Dark Lord Smeagol, and made it his business to destroy all hobbits.
Note: This is the first story I've ever posted here, or anywhere for that matter. All reviews are very welcome. If you like this story, let me know and I will continue it, or write more like it. This story is total random insanity, but please keep in mind I can write GOOD stories too. They're not all like this.
Sorry Ch2 is so short. The next one will hopefully be longer.
There was once a mild-mannered young hobbit named Smeagol. He lived near the riverside, with his pet hawk who went hunting for him. One day, as he was making some porridge, his hawk, named Precious, flew in with a shiny object in his beak.
"What do you have there, Precious?" Smeagol asked his hawk.
The hawk dropped the object onto the table and Smeagol picked it up. "Hmmm." he contemplated. "It's a gold ring. It must be very precious." He put it on and saw his hand disappear. The world around him now looked very strange. Then he looked up into the mirror on the other side of the room and realized he had no reflection. Smeagol got scared and took it off, feeling the weight of it in his hand.
He just sat and stared at it for awhile, then decided to keep it. As the years went on, Smeagol grew very accustomed to the ring and began to turn into a strange creature that barely looked like a hobbit. He was shunned by all other hobbits, who were beginning to fear him and they chased him out of the Shire.
Smeagol ran off to Mordor, where he took over as the ruthless Dark Lord Smeagol, and made it his business to destroy all hobbits.