Precious
It was my birthday that day, so we took a boat down the river. Fish darted, silver and gold, in the sparkling water. Then, I saw it. A different gold; glinting, shining on the river-bed.
He saw it as well. He wanted my pretty. A ring it was, golden; shining and glittering in the sun. A present, for me. Beautiful – so very beautiful.
"Give us that, my love. It's my birthday."
Instead, he snatched the ring back – tried to keep it! So, I took it. Killed him – I had to. The ring was mine – my birthday present. Mine.
My preciousss.
Author's Notes: Written for the 'Greed' challenge at Tolkien Weekly.