So this is finally finally the last part. I'm sorry it took so long. I hope you still like it :)
And so the treasure ends in the fiery depth where it has begun. Destroyed by the very power which helped create it. The lava consumes the cold metal that doesn't heat up not even in its smoldering death. The Elvish letters glow red and angry on the golden surface - a last glimpse of its dying power.
Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul, Ash nazg thrakatulûk agh burzum-ishi krimpatul.
The dark words echo from this precious thing one last time. Hollow, empty and weak. No one will ever use these verses again. The time of the Dark Lord has come to an end.
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The treasure hadn't seen it coming. It was safely sitting on a small finger being carried straight back to its master. But then a ghastly screech rang from the stone walls. And suddenly there was a fight. The creature… this tortured voice from the cave came back. It didn't die. And that was wrong. It should have given up the will to live the second the treasure left it. But here it was. Fighting. Fighting for the thing, which enslaved it all those years ago. Fighting to call it its own again, although it never belonged to anyone. Fighting for the last piece of its sanity. Just fighting…
The creature clung to the newest victim like its soul clung to the object on the victim's finger. Snarling, scratching. And finally. Biting. Biting the finger off that held the precious.
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The creature's name was Gollum. Once - long ago - its name had been Smeagol. But then there was the treasure and Smeagol and Gollum had fought so hard over a body, which had already been enslaved. Smeagol lost. And Gollum lost, too. But he thought he had won. Even now he felt he was the winner, believing the precious to be his again. His and his alone.
He was so happy. So exhilarated. So unbelievable joyous. They both were. Gollum and Smeagol, because the only thing they shared besides the body was their desire for the treasure. They were so excited to be reunited with their obsession that they nearly didn't notice the small person, by the name of Frodo Baggins, lurching at him.
Gollum fell. Smeagol fell. And this thing. This little harmless looking thing, which brought so much pain and suffering. This precious treasure. The One Ring fell, too.
The end.