Rosa Cotton - Sorry, with everything going on it got forgotten about. Many apologies.
HazardousRaptor - I'll try to make the chapters a bit longer, they are a bit short aren't they?
Cstini - Sorry about the confusion, I'll try and sort it out a bit.
Hyel - Um.........nothing specific as such to say to you but hey.
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This is Gollum / Smeagol's evil side
This is Gollum / Smeagol's good side
'Anybody else's thoughts'
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Gollum's Redemption
Sam shifted again in his sleep, he couldn't quite place what it was that prevented him from sleeping but it attacked his mind uncontrollably, demanding his full attention and forbidding angrily that Sam fall into sleep. Despite the exhaustion which was slowly forcing its way into Sam's body his eyes wouldn't close and he would tumbled into a dream.
'This is getting ridiculous' , he mused, turning over onto his front and laying his chin on the back of his hands as he stared into the darkness. He sighed and lowered his head, desperately begging his body to allow him sleep. As if responding in some way to his begging he felt sleep suddenly descend upon him and he drifted into a deep slumber.
Stupid, fat hobbit, falls asleep when master needs him the most. Sam jumped in his sleep, suddenly desperate to awaken but stuck in sleep. He struggled against his mind's manacles but to no joy as they held him tight in a death like grasp that couldn't be broken.
'What are you doing you filthy creature? Leave Mister Frodo alone...you hear me?', Sam called out in his mind, his whole being desperate to help his friend. A high pitched, child-like laughed resounded throughout his head and he struggled even harder against the darkness which was holding him tightly
Stupid hobbit can't help his master now, he wanted sleep and now sleep hobbit must have. Again the laugh echoed in his head, what was going on? He didn't understand any of this. All of a sudden silence appeared and Sam tumbled into nothingness.
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"Smeagol can sense something...something is coming", Sam awoke to Smeagol whimpering beside him, peering over the rocks above them, part of him wanted to lash out at Smeagol and shut him up but the other part was too confused to even considering doing something to the corrupt hobbit. He rolled over onto his back and squinted against the light, what exactly had happened the previous night? It seemed like it had happened such a long time ago and Sam's already troubled mind was forced into turmoil as he looked around for Frodo.
"Morning Sam", Frodo greeted, Sam frowned slightly in confusion before hiding his feelings, Frodo seemed fine so what had that voice been saying to him? He couldn't recall if it had been Smeagol he'd been talking to or someone completely different. All he knew was that he had a huge headache that didn't feel like it was going anywhere quickly and a head full of questions that needed answering but didn't seem like they were going to be answered.
Answers will come soon enough Samwise, Sam recognized the voice immediately as Smeagols. He was about to respond when he realized that there was no way the voice last night had been Smeagols, it had been to vicious, too angry and too full of hate to be Smeagols.
You're right Sam...wasn't Smeagol last night...Smeagol heard everything though...we must watch master very carefully, Sam didn't have the strength to argue with Smeagol and got up to pack away his stuff, ready for the long day ahead.
'I just hope you know what you're doing', Same thought, 'If anything happens to Mister Frodo you'll be sorry'. He couldn't quite catch what Smeagol said next but decided not to pursue the issue, because if Smeagol was right about one thing it was that Frodo was definitely facing some kind of trouble soon.
"I just wish I knew what it was", Sam whispered, "How do I protect Frodo from something that I don't know what it is, when it's going to attack or what it intends to do?". Frodo glanced at Sam in confusion, wondering why the other hobbit was mumbling to himself.
"Are you okay Sam? Did you sleep alright?", Frodo asked, concern in his eyes. Sam nodded in reply.
"Aye I'm okay...just a bit exhausted I guess...nothing I can't deal with...are we ready to go then?", he lied, hoping that Frodo wouldn't see through his 'mask'. Frodo glanced at Sam one final time before nodding and picking up his belongings.
"Lead the way Smeagol", he called out as the small creature began to scamper up the rocks, still mumbling about danger to himself.