Sméagol nodded his head as she spoke his name, "Yes, Sméagol! Sméagol is happy to help the new master." He paused for a moment, eying her carefully. "Such a strange name the new master has. Fred, is it? Sméagol has never heard of a name like that, Precious." He dropped his gaze to the floor, looking at the tiling for a moment as his 'brows' drew together.

He looked back up at her, his 'brows' no longer drawn together and he was smiling at her once again. He listened as she rambled, the smile wavering slightly on his face as he tried to catch all of the things she was speaking of. "Sméagol does know where we are! Young master is right, we're in a mansion, on an island. Sméagol was told by the Elf prince." He grinned again, and tilted his head slightly to the side. He wasn't quite sure what a mansion was, but that was what he'd been told anyway.

A look of confusion crossed his features. "Sméagol does not know the answer to that either, but Sméagol does know that the mansion provides what the masters need. Why would the young master be in a cave? There's no reason for that. Sméagol does not like the light, oh no it burns us, but Sméagol's room is dark and dank like a cave." He nodded once again, and then peered over at her key. "What does it say? Sméagol can't show the master the way if we do not know what it says."