For Pity's Sake
Assuming that Gollum doesn't fall into Mt. Doom.
"Come on, Gollum," called Sam.
"Sam, remember, it's Smeagol."
"Yeah, yeah. Frodo, I don't know why you're making me call me that. He's not worthy of a real name."
"You must respect Smeagol," said a raspy voice from behind them. "You don't know what he's been through."
"Sorry, your majesty. I didn't know someone like you could feel emotions," replied Sam sarcasticly.
Frodo, Sam, and Smeagol, were returning home from their quest. Dusk was just falling and they decided to stop for the night. For even the strongest elf, the retun was very tiring, but for some reason Sam couldn't fall asleep.
"Frodo, said Sam sleepily, "I was thinkin' 'bout what Gollum said- sorry Smeagol, 'bout 'all he's been through'. I wonder what he meant by it.
"Well, all my uncle told me was that he used to be called Smeagol, and, live among hobbits, like he used to be."
"Tis a sad story," interrupted Gollum -sorry Smeagol. "But if you must know, I will tell you....
A while's back, I lost track when, I lived in a great little town. I had friends and my loving family, including my little brother, Deagol. He was the my best friend and the closest hobbit to me.
We were coming back from a boat ride around the stream where we lived, and then... I saw it. He was standing there, holding the ring. It was so beautiful that I knew I had to have it. But he refused to give it to me, so... I..I..." There was silence. "I killed him. I strangled him and cast his body into the stream.. Now the precious was mine, but my brother was lost..."
Just then he burst into tears and started muttering, "I am sorry Deagol, please come back......", over and over again. Until finally, he realized that Frodo and Sam were right there.
"Sorry. So, from then on, I remained hidden, and started talking differently. That's how I got the nickname, Gollum. My family disowned me, just because I stole a few knick-knacks. So.. I left.. I had no reaason to stay. No one loved me. I went to the Misty Mountains and, on my way there, I made my only true friend, Shelob. Now I can't even remember my last name......
"I knew you were a murderer." I told you, I told you we shouldn't trust him." Sam was practically hyperventilating.
"Calm down, Sam. -Wait. How do we know we can trust you? "You killed your brother and led us into Shelob's cave."
"Well," replied Smeagol,"I led you to Mordor and helped you through the Dead Marshes."
"Okay then. Well, Sam, we've been gone long enough as it is. I think we should find Smeagol's family."
"Really? Do you mean it? Thank you master Frodo. I am forever in your debt."
"And help him? No way. Frodo, are you okay? This is Smeagol were talking about."
"Yeah so? Come on, Sam. Put yourself in his position. He's all alone."
"Well, okay. Now let's get some sleep."
But despite what Sam said, he kept one eye open, peering directly at Smeagol, who was actually sleeping.
"Come on, Gollum," called Sam.
"Sam, remember, it's Smeagol."
"Yeah, yeah. Frodo, I don't know why you're making me call me that. He's not worthy of a real name."
"You must respect Smeagol," said a raspy voice from behind them. "You don't know what he's been through."
"Sorry, your majesty. I didn't know someone like you could feel emotions," replied Sam sarcasticly.
Frodo, Sam, and Smeagol, were returning home from their quest. Dusk was just falling and they decided to stop for the night. For even the strongest elf, the retun was very tiring, but for some reason Sam couldn't fall asleep.
"Frodo, said Sam sleepily, "I was thinkin' 'bout what Gollum said- sorry Smeagol, 'bout 'all he's been through'. I wonder what he meant by it.
"Well, all my uncle told me was that he used to be called Smeagol, and, live among hobbits, like he used to be."
"Tis a sad story," interrupted Gollum -sorry Smeagol. "But if you must know, I will tell you....
A while's back, I lost track when, I lived in a great little town. I had friends and my loving family, including my little brother, Deagol. He was the my best friend and the closest hobbit to me.
We were coming back from a boat ride around the stream where we lived, and then... I saw it. He was standing there, holding the ring. It was so beautiful that I knew I had to have it. But he refused to give it to me, so... I..I..." There was silence. "I killed him. I strangled him and cast his body into the stream.. Now the precious was mine, but my brother was lost..."
Just then he burst into tears and started muttering, "I am sorry Deagol, please come back......", over and over again. Until finally, he realized that Frodo and Sam were right there.
"Sorry. So, from then on, I remained hidden, and started talking differently. That's how I got the nickname, Gollum. My family disowned me, just because I stole a few knick-knacks. So.. I left.. I had no reaason to stay. No one loved me. I went to the Misty Mountains and, on my way there, I made my only true friend, Shelob. Now I can't even remember my last name......
"I knew you were a murderer." I told you, I told you we shouldn't trust him." Sam was practically hyperventilating.
"Calm down, Sam. -Wait. How do we know we can trust you? "You killed your brother and led us into Shelob's cave."
"Well," replied Smeagol,"I led you to Mordor and helped you through the Dead Marshes."
"Okay then. Well, Sam, we've been gone long enough as it is. I think we should find Smeagol's family."
"Really? Do you mean it? Thank you master Frodo. I am forever in your debt."
"And help him? No way. Frodo, are you okay? This is Smeagol were talking about."
"Yeah so? Come on, Sam. Put yourself in his position. He's all alone."
"Well, okay. Now let's get some sleep."
But despite what Sam said, he kept one eye open, peering directly at Smeagol, who was actually sleeping.