Disclaimer: Nyes, nyes. We owns it not, my Precious. But we wantsss it…

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'Wild fantasies arose in his mind; and he saw Samwise the Strong, Hero of the Age, striding with a flaming sword across the darkened land, and armies flocking to his call as he marched to the overthrow of Barad-dur. And then all the clouds rolled away, and the white sun shone, and at his command the vale of Gorgoroth became a garden of flowers and trees and brought forth fruit. He had only to put on the Ring and claim it for his own, and all this could be.'

The Return of the King, J.R.R.Tolkien

You're safe now, Precious.

Oh you're afraid, we can feel it, but safe now. Safe. We won't hurts you, love. We... protects you. Don't let you come to harm. Hush, hush. It's all over now, my sweet. Excepts-

Ah, Precious, we are so very sorry to say this to you, but the other one. The other one, my sweet, he has gone. Died, we saw. With our own eyesies.

What? You weep for him, darling? Oh, you can shout all you wants, but that won't bring him back. We don't know where he is, do we Precious, but being angry at us and cursing us? Not very nice, Precious. No, not nice at all. After all we've done to helps you and protects you. It wasn't us that made him fall, love. We never pushes him, or makes him fall. We stays with you, Precious, and loves you. And this is how you repays us?

He's gone, my love. Gone. But- we could bring him back...

Oh you listens to us now, I see.

We doesn't lie, we never lie. But we protects you, and we helps you, and we can do what you wants, Precious.

Ah yes, listens you does, all hushed up now. But, nay, we doesn't think it would work-

What? What's that Precious? Oh, begs us does you? Begsss us. And maybe our minds have changed, if you wants it so much. Maybe it could work, precious... Just put us on, and we could bring him back, my love.

Afraid, Precious? Still you are afraid? We does not wants to make you cry, my love. But... If you are sure.

Don't worry, Precious. We keeps our Promises...