Hardened Decision
Chap 2
"NO FISH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What will happen to poor Sméagol, he will waste away but can't bloody die!!" Sméagol screamed hysterically at Sauron "Poor Sméagol can't die because the evil dark lord, you had to create the ring and I add to bloody suck it to get all the hobbitses icky blood off it and you walk up behind me and scream! So I swallow the damn thing!"
He stopped shouting, calm down, remember that the fish will come back; he can not eat them all. Sauron had had to suddenly remember that he hadn't eaten in weeks and gobble up all of Sméagol's supply. There wasn't that much fish here and it was a skill to catch it. The small stream that ran out of the rock was warm and fast moving, not many fish made it this far, Sméagol had had to save, half starve to build up the supply and then the stupid dark lord had taken a fancy to fish and gobbled the whole supply! No sense of proportion, I mean he could have had one if he asked, but no he was the most feared thing once so he can pig all he wants!
He sat down and stared into the lava, so hot he remembered it burning him as had fallen into it, the moments choking and burning, the effort to keep the ring. He had pulled himself to safety however and saves some of the rings power, though much of it had been stripped of it in the lava, enough to trick the world into believing it was gone but not enough for Sauron to rise once more. If only he could die, then he wouldn't be here, at the bottom of all places. He would be floating away from life. "EVIL STINKING ROTTEN LIFE!!!!!!!!!!" he roared around the cavern, it echoed all around the endless place. Where did the rocky land lead? He had wondered away from the center but had found no signs of it ending; he had then found Sauron dieing. This had been a sad occurrence; Sméagol had tried to leave him to it, but Sauron had followed him drawn by the ring and the life that it gave him. From then he had not traveled far, he had found food so there had been no need. Now he had other reasons though, there must be better food even further from the center, and of course he now desperately wanted to escape Sauron. The dark lord however had a way of always knowing where he was and if he drifted to far Sauron would be behind him. Sméagol didn't really understand this; if he left then he could die, unlike poor Sméagol who couldn't where ever he went. It was time for action, the fish, or lack there of, was the last straw and fish. He had to leave, he had to escape.
He stood up a determined look on his face; he was leaving and not coming back. "No the evil lord wasn't going to keep him here, no Sméagol is going walkies without him", he sniggered and sneaked off.