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Gollum wants it raw and w-r-r-riggling ([info]riddleinthedark) wrote in [info]valarlogs,
@ 2012-12-09 21:19:00
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Who: Goll Smeagol, Narrative
What: Dreams
When: Monday morning
Where: Smeagol's lonely house
Rating: PG
Status: Complete



Smeagol's dreams had changed significantly in tint and material. That warm sunlight from the hobbit village and fishing waters was gone. He'd pushed away the warmth and family that he had known. All that mattered now, it seemed, was the Ring. He'd experimented with it, vanishing in and out of the shadows, using it to steal from his family and friends. It was his turn to play pranks now, but Smeagol's pranks were much crueler than any that had been played on him.

How delightful would that be? To turn against his tormentors and serve them revenge and then some!

But then he was sent away, no longer welcome in his home. Rather than regretting his actions and seeking forgiveness, Smeagol became more bitter and resentful. He buried himself in a dark, damp cave, never seeing the light. There, he spent his time fondling the Ring and talking to it. Over time, his skin became pale and ashen. His hair grew long and stringy, eventually falling out. The reflection in the water became more and more alien to him, but the only thing he was interested in seeing was the soft glow of the Ring. His precious.

When Smeagol woke up, he didn't notice the stray hairs on the pillow. He was in the shower when he realized that small chunks of his hair were falling out into his hand. It was revolting, the wet clumps sticking to his hand. He turned off the water and wiped his hands on the towel, trying to get the wet hair off his hands. A glance at the clock informed him that he was late to work. He would just have to go damp, mostly unwashed, with hair falling from his scalp.

He found that he didn't really care what he looked like, or what people thought. There was just one thing he wanted now.

His precious.


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