This is my first serious one shot, and its really my first serious fanfic, please R/R, if you don't like, try to figure out why and tell me.
thanks JadedFire for the correction
Dead, he was dead. His cousin was dead, killed. Had he really killed his own brother?
"No, I couldn't have!" Sméagol said to himself, looking over Deagol's body.
"Why would I kill my own cousin?" Smeagol asked himself.
Smeagol looked down, putting his head in his hands.
Something cold.
Something cold on his cheek, he looked down into his hands.
The ring.
The smooth beautiful ring, sitting in his hand, so wonderfull...
So... Precious...
His, it was his, his own, his birthday present.
The ring filled his mind, as Smeagol ran his finger along its smooth edge over and over again.
Suddenly, Smeagol saw the body, and remembered again, what he had just done, for this ring.
He looked at the ring, was it really worth killing his own cousin?
He looked deeper into the ring...
Yes, it was worth it...
