NOTE: Sorry I didn't post for such a long time I was a little stuck. Okay, a lot stuck. Well here is the 3rd chapter.
TO VICKS: He's sitting on the toilet bowl because the guy like to squat on rocks, eh? (At least I see him doing that a lot.) But there ain't any rocks in the house so I guess the toilet bowl's the most rock-like thingy. Haha. Plus he probably wants to know what that lovely round pressy thing is (the flush).
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Nat leaned against the wall while Sméagol pounded on the door, still refusing to give up. "Sméagol, come over here and sit down. She won't open the door until she wants to," she said, not even bothering to look at the creature desperately hammering on the door.
By some miracle, Sméagol actually listened to her. He went over and plopped down next to her. "Why does she hates Sméagol, poor poor Sméagol?"
Nat looked at Sméagol. He seemed genuinely upset, holding his head in his hands and shaking his head at the same time (A/N: Which isn't that very easy a thing to do properly, try it!). She really did pity him in some small way. After all, he was tortured and treated quite badly in Middle Earth. And it wasn't all his fault that he was like this; it was because of the Ring. "She doesn't hate you," she told him gently. "It's just a big shock for her to find you in Middle Earth. And you shouldn't have eaten her fish."
"Sméagol was famished, yes precious," Sméagol said dejectedly. (A/N: Aw he's just so cute how could anyone hate him?)
Nat couldn't help but smile. "Yes I know. Maybe later we could go and get some fishes for you to eat. But you have to make do with already dead (but quite fresh) fishes because I'm not planning on going to an aquarium and buying them empty."
Sméagol looked up at Nat and smiled. At least, that's what she thought he did, she didn't really know. "Nice girl, yes precious, very nice indeed. She caresss, yes she does."
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Kathy opened the door to her best friend and her best friend's new best friend(s) an hour and a half later. She had finally mopped up the water in the living room and dried the couch the best she could. And she had finally decided to be a tad nicer to Sméagol than she had been. Nat had been right; he'd been through hard times. Last, but definitely not least, though, she had decided to spend every waking moment trying to find out how to get Sméagol back to Middle Earth.
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Nat and Sméagol stared at Kathy. Her forehead glistened with sweat (no doubt from the huge effort of mopping and drying), but she had put on a somehow friendly (albeit very forced) smile. "Right. So, what are we going to need to do now?" she said, trying to sound very cheerful.
Nat nodded briskly. Kath had her Smiley Face on, and it was best to take advantage of this. "We need to do lots of things. First, we need to get food for Sméagol. Second, we should figure out where he can stay. He needs a place to sleep and stuff. Third, we have to find out where he dropped to Earth from. It should be somewhere in your house."
Kath nodded. That made sense. And food… she could do that, how hard could that be?
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Very hard, she found out a little while later. Or rather, it was easy to buy the fresh fish from the market, but bloody hard to get the stink out of her car. Oh her precious car… now it would stink of fish forever. Stupid Gollum/Sméagol.
Sméagol was rather pleased though. "Not alive, no, but still tassssty," he remarked, squatting on a chair at the dining table (there was no way they could get him to sit down properly).
Kath and Nat sat side by side, opposite the poor wretch. Both were looking intently at the creature (who was oblivious to all else other than the fish). "What should we do now?" Kath asked, not bothering to whisper or try to hide whatever she was saying, because Sméagol was now singing a happy little song to himself about the juicy sweetness of fish.
"Let him finish his fish commercial and then find him some sleeping arrangements or something. Maybe he could sleep on the couch. We could take out some of your extra blankets and stuff, in case he gets cold…" Nat shrugged. "I don't know, I'm making this up as we go along." (A/N: As I am/as is I/as am I… how do you phrase that anyway?)
"The way you go on, you seem to be thinking that he's going to stay for a long time." Kath glanced sharply at her friend. Sméagol would be all right for maybe a day or two, but she had no intention of co-habiting with a grey schizo who was only wearing something that closely resembled George of the Jungle's butt-flap. And she also had no intention of buying loads upon loads of raw fish. Plus her boyfriend Patrick was coming to visit next week. What would he think if he saw her living with a weird little guy who talked funny when she wouldn't even live with him?
Nat shrugged once more. "Well, we have no idea how he got here, and how to get him back. So we don't know how long it'd be before we figure out something. Be prepared to let him stay for a very long time." Seeing the disgust on her friend's face, she added in a more cheerful voice. "Come on, it can't be that bad! Look at him! (Sméagol was still singing his song, which was starting to sound like it would be a very suitable jingle for a fish mart.) He's pretty cute! It can't be that bad, can it?"
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NOTE: All right I have finally finished the 3rd chapter. It's taken me about 3 days to write this. Bleh. And I don't think it's funny. Oh dear…