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Sméagol had happily been sitting on the lip of the fountain, "They promised us, Precious. Lots of fishes, so juicy schweet, and rabbits. Lots of rabbits, fat and plump and raw. They promised us they'd treat us right, they did!" He nodded his head happily, peering down at himself in the fountain. Gollum did not appear, much to Sméagol's delight. "Not like that stupid fat hobbit." A shadow passed over his features, a glimmer of Gollum seen until there was a noise from the other side of the fountain.
With nimble feet, Sméagol jumped off the lip of the fountain. Hiding, waiting. Until he heard the soft cadence of a woman's voice. Slowly he peered over the fountain at her, a long fingered hand placed on the cool marble edge of the fountain. Bright eyes narrowed a degree, assessing the woman in front of him.
"What did they tell us, Precious?" He spoke low as he ducked back down behind the fountain. Eyes moving quickly back and forth, "We're to show the new masters the way!" He jumped up from his hiding place, scrambling near to where the woman stood.
"Sméagol is here, Sméagol will help the new master!" He nodded his head vigorously with a toothy smile at the woman. Hopping down off the lip of the fountain and ran over to the desk. In one swift movement he was perched on top of the desk. He picked up the key, "Where is it? Where is it, Precious?" A look of realization crossed his face, and bending over the back side of the desk he pulled out a drawer. Grabbing a map from the confines of the drawer, he scrambled back down off the desk and hurried over to her.
He held out the items that had previously been cradled to his chest, "Here you go! Sméagol can show you the way." He smiled at her again, chest rising and falling quickly as his eyes searched over her face. She was of the race of Man, but she was dressed quite differently than any he’d ever seen. But the Elf had said that some of the Men here would be different than the ones he’d seen. “Take it! Take it! Sméagol cannot keep the map and key.” He nodded, gracing her with yet another smile as worry began to dance upon his features.
With nimble feet, Sméagol jumped off the lip of the fountain. Hiding, waiting. Until he heard the soft cadence of a woman's voice. Slowly he peered over the fountain at her, a long fingered hand placed on the cool marble edge of the fountain. Bright eyes narrowed a degree, assessing the woman in front of him.
"What did they tell us, Precious?" He spoke low as he ducked back down behind the fountain. Eyes moving quickly back and forth, "We're to show the new masters the way!" He jumped up from his hiding place, scrambling near to where the woman stood.
"Sméagol is here, Sméagol will help the new master!" He nodded his head vigorously with a toothy smile at the woman. Hopping down off the lip of the fountain and ran over to the desk. In one swift movement he was perched on top of the desk. He picked up the key, "Where is it? Where is it, Precious?" A look of realization crossed his face, and bending over the back side of the desk he pulled out a drawer. Grabbing a map from the confines of the drawer, he scrambled back down off the desk and hurried over to her.
He held out the items that had previously been cradled to his chest, "Here you go! Sméagol can show you the way." He smiled at her again, chest rising and falling quickly as his eyes searched over her face. She was of the race of Man, but she was dressed quite differently than any he’d ever seen. But the Elf had said that some of the Men here would be different than the ones he’d seen. “Take it! Take it! Sméagol cannot keep the map and key.” He nodded, gracing her with yet another smile as worry began to dance upon his features.