There was a land, named Mordor. Gollum was there .He was not very happy. He was being tortured. Then the almighty Witch King of Angmar, to the terror of all, swooped down from the deepest recesses of the tower. Suddenly he froze as he looked into Gollum's face. He had never seen such beauty and was entranced. And then as Gollum looked up into his empty helmet, he too felt the flurry of emotion that was overpowering them both.
The Witch King dismissed his stinking minions with a wave of a gauntleted hand and picked up the little creature, cradling him in his arms. Gollum was somewhat afraid, but somehow he knew he was safe in the arms of this monstrous figure, smothered in a black shroud that belied the love he could feel emanating from his deep, hidden heart. Gollum suddenly felt, for the first time in his life, content.
The witch king took him back to his lair where they gazed into each others eyes/back of hood. They could have been there for hours, days, years even, they could not tell. Nothing seemed to matter anymore, just that they were together. Closer and closer together they moved. Suddenly Gollum drew back. "I'm afraid…" he whispered softly. "What do you have underneath your cloak? Can I really penetrate your tough, strong exterior and find the sweet, loving wraith inside?"
The Witch King slid closer. He took Gollum's hand and pulled it towards him. "Don't be afraid my darling. Just touch it, touch me". And Gollum did and it was good.
The end (…or is it?)