Sméagol thought he'd done something that pleased the new master when she laughed. So Sméagol grinned, waiting on her to speak or do something once again. As her eyes widened, his did as well. Oh no, what had he done? "Sméagol did not mean to upset the young master. Oh no, never meant to upset her so." He bowed his head slightly, worry dancing across his features.

Glancing back up at her with the worried look still upon his face, his head tilted to the side. As she told him it was a hard to explain, Sméagol's worried look melted into one of confusion. "It is in the past then? Sméagol does not understand why then the young master brings it up, if it is in the past." Sméagol would never understand Men, and their reasoning. They thought on things too much.

Shaking his head he looked at the key, only understanding her words not the writing on the key. "Sméagol knows the way!" He replied happily, nodding his head vigorously, and started scrambling towards the steps. Once he mounted them, he paused looking back over his shoulder at her. "Come on then, Sméagol will show the young master the way to her room." He waved a hand at her, beckoning her to follow him. "Hurry, hurry." He grinned before he turned and bounded up the stairs that would lead to the second floor.

He paused, chest rising and falling quickly, as he reached the top of the stairs. Looking left and then right he thought for a moment. "Oh no, Precious. What did the Elf prince say again, Precious?" He murmured to himself, closing his eyes and thumping his hand lightly against his head. A look of recognition crossed his features again as he recalled which way the rooms were, and he turned to watch her with bright eyes. He knew the way properly now, and he would do as he'd been told. For if he didn't he wouldn't get his fishes, or his rabbits. And he liked his fishes and rabbits. Sméagol purred softly at the thought of a full belly, and shifted a little in place as he waited on the young master.