Chapter 5- When Friends Grow Apart
"Why can't you come with us?"Ridigol asked Smeagol, her brown eyes wide.
"I have already told you, I have," Smeagol answered impatiently, "I have to finish this boat, I do."
"Can you not finish it later? You hardly come fishing with us anymore. I suppose it has been almost a year since the last trip you took with us. Do you not want to be with your friends?"Deagol asked, "we're planning to go to the Great river. Smeagol turned his back on Deagol and began to work on the boat.
"I have to finish this. You two go without me," he said. Smeagol had never turned his back on anyone before. It was very rude of him. Therefore Deagol grabbed his friend's shoulder to turn him around.
Smeagol did turn around, but not happily. He was beginning to lose his patients.
"I am not coming," he said. Deagol was confused. Smeagol never acted like this before. He reached out and put his hand on Smeagol's shoulder. It was promptly shrugged off.
"Smea? Are you okay?" Deagol asked. Smeagol's patience had ran out and Deagol was pushed into the river. He came up spluttering.
"Leave me alone, I have work to do," Smeagol said for the last time, and he turned back to his work. Deagol and Ridigol hurriedly left in their small boat, leaving Smeagol alone.
He watched them paddle away, wondering what had gotten into him. Something was going to happen, very soon.
Smeagol looked down at his hammer. He sighed and looked up. The sun told him that it wasn't even noon time yet. He supposed that he could go fishing after all. He at least needed to apologize to his friends.