Mudses and New Tall Hobbitses? [Hunter}

Sméagol cried his anguish, collapsing in on himself, his too large feet, slipping and careening in the mud until he sat sobbing, soaked through the flesh in muck. Gollum growled his displeasure, snarling, snapping, screaming at Sméagol, and all the while Sméagol howled his misery, screaming into the empty bog. Hello are you ok?

The voice penetrated their conversation, and both Sméagol and Gollum fell silent. Bright blue eyes blinked away the tears and Gollum growled, backing up to press flat against the rock. His chest heaving as his wide eyes glanced around the misty bog, seeking searching out who called. It wasn't the Master. The Master was a male and this was definitely a sneaksey girl! They were always trying to steal his Precious!

"Stop sniveling like a cowering ocrsy!" Gollum scolded Sméagol and Sméagol obeyed dropping down and crawling forward, making no noise as he moved. His keen eyes saw through the thick mist and located the figure walking towards him. Picking up a large stone, He scampered up one of the large boulders and crawled across its surface staying flat and low t the stone, as he examined her.

"She is taller... taller than the nasty hobbitses" Came the almost inaudible murmur as he drew closer. Suddenly Gollum had had enough playing around and darted forward, rising on thin legs and raising the rock high above his head rather threateningly, wicked eyes narrowed in rage.

"Nothing but a nasty, wicked tall hobbitses she is! Here to steal what is ours! Here to take Precious!" Gollum bellowed down at the woman.

"Gut me? Gut Gollum?" The strange creature dropped the rock and the sound of it bouncing along the boulder, echoed throughout the bog as that same hand flew to his chest, looking around with wide innocent eyes as though he couldn't believe anyone would suggest such a thing. "Sméagol hasn't done anything, Sméagol is good, looks after the master we does! No tricksey, no liars, no thieves!"

He dropped back down so he was walking on both hands and feet again and he cocked his head to the surveying her with childlike curiosity. His head was a bit too large for his body, his eyes were a bit too wide for his skull, his feet were larger than most and his spine pressed against the tight flesh of his back. He was, most assuredly, a very bizarre being. Disproportionate and rather a sickly pale he was a far cry from pretty. Suddenly his pupils expanded and grew into hard gems of sapphire and anger flooded them.

"You lie! You are here to take the precious! To take what's ours! Thief! You cannot have her! She's ours, she picked us! Not you!" Gollum sneered, hissing and leaning forward as far as the boulder would allow. Gollum seemed to flinch back at fear at the mention of kings, he slunk back across the rock his hands rubbing his arms animatedly.

"Kings... foul nasties! They hateses us! They tortured us! They hurt us Gollum! Mordor!" A string of words, a whine that tore itself from Sméagol's mouth. He wailed and buried his face in his hands, remembering the nasty swords, the horrible daggers, the flaming hot pokers... he could still feel his flesh sizzling. "Nasty, ugly, horrid orcses!" Sméagol spat. His blue eyes trailed back to the woman and seemed to slowly remember she was still there. He crawled to the tip of the boulder once again.

"They cursed us. Murderer they called us. They cursed us, and drove us away. And we wept, Precious, we wept to be so alone. And we only wish to catch fish so juicy sweet. And we forgot the taste of bread... the sound of trees... the softness of the wind. We even forgot our own name. My Precious." Sméagol cooed cocking his head to the side and studying the woman. "Who are you if you're not a tricksy lying hobbitses?"

["Nice Kingses!" Gollum spat the words out like a plague, hissing and glancing about the dismal bog. "Lies! Liar! Thieveses! Tricksy nasty woman! All Kings are wretched, nasty, smelly cruel! Try to fool Gollum! Lies! Lies! Lies!" Gollum screamed and scowled spewing his venom onto the woman as he blew down her king like he was nothing. The only experience Gollum had ever had with supposed royalty, was cruel, foul horrible tortures! There would be no getting past his brain for some things.

Gollum grabbed various stones, hurling them with surprising strength across the bog, the pieces that landed in the slop were greedily swallowed into the muck as the small creature continued his tantrum, jumping about and screaming, hurling anything his hands came across in a random direction.

"Tricksy, nasty evil peoples! Try to deceive us Precious! Try to trick us! But they can't they won't! Sméagol is too smart!" Sméagol finally stopped and rested on the balls of his feet, still shifting in place as he came to a stop near the center of the boulder. His eyes were wide and panicked, clearly looking for some invisible force that was tormenting him.

"Sméagol....live in the city? Don't make us laugh Precious! Precious hates the people! She hates them! They all want to steal her! Tricksey, nasty! They want to take away our love! Our Precious! We just wants the shiny fishes! So juicy sweet! So juicy sweet!" Sméagol babbled, excited once more. His eyes twinkled with glee before he grinned at the strange woman before him. "And what is its name? If it is not a nasty hobbits and it doesn't smell like a nasty orcses...what is it?"

Sméagol calmed down, crouching down on all limbs as she shouted out him. She loved her king, but the orcses loved their king and their king was Sauron the nasty leader of Mordor that had pulled the flesh from Sméagol's body, he had no scars, his skin had healed over, placid and thin just as it always did. Sometimes the shiny fishes bit at his fingers but the wounds never stayed long and he made sure to exact his revenge by eating those fishes extra slow! To make them squirm and savor the tender meat! Because they were so tasty sweet! Sméagol giggled, careening over onto his back, legs sprawled haphazardly into the air.

"Oooo Precious! Did you hear! She speaks of nasty caves! Filled with shadows and fishes! All the juicy sweet fishes we can eat precious! We loveses the fishes!" Sméagol bounced about animatedly before his eyes grew heavy with suspicion and he crawled towards her, obviously having no concepts of personal space. "Its not filled with nasty orcses is it? The orcses try to mash our bones and eat our meat!" Sméagol cried. "Sméagol had to kill them! Feeds them to the precious we did! She doesn't like the nasty orcses though! No Precious... my precious!"
Sméagol screamed, hissing and clawing as he was grabbed. He buried his face in his hands, wailing to the heavens above as he rolled away from the woman's restraining grasp. Mud clinging to his pale flesh and almost coating his entire body with the stuff.

"It burns us Precious! It burns!" He screamed and squealed and only out of the corners of his eyes did he notice Rek'aa walking away. "No! Look what we've done Precious its leaving us! Its leaving us alone! Loooost! Lost! Precious! We are lost just like the Precious!" He wailed up into the sky, thrashing about the mud and sending the remnants of the sludge flying in every which direction. "Lost!"

"Crushed us?" Gollum' eyes darted to the fallen tree and widened. He climbed up the side of the rock with ease and scrambled over to the fallen tree. He prodded and poked at the branches, cocking his head this way and that. 'It dosen't look dangerous does it love?" He shoved the tree and bounded away, watching with curious eyes as the leaves rustled but nothing more. "Its not trying to hurtses us! It gets startled to easily! It should face the nasty orcses! They try to crush you with big, nasty, clubs! They hurts when they hits too!" Gollum spread his arms ridiculously far to demonstrate how big they were.

"No orcses? No orcses! Foul smelling, nasty, trickses! They live in caves! There are orcses! They just tricksy you! They want you to think they aren't real but orcses are nasty! Tricksy! Liars! Come to take what's ours! Come to take the Precious!" Smeagol screamed, darting all about the rock, vanishing into the trees leaves and reappearing moments later, eyes wild and terrified. After a moment he calmed down, eyes wild and searching and his mouth panting in anxiety before his attention returned to the woman. He watched her turn to leave. He jumped from the boulder, big feet sliding and slipping in the mud as he raced to catch her and crawling along beside her.

"Where is it taking us? We don't likes the city! Too many nasty humanses! Too many liars! Thiefeses! Waiting to steal the Precious! Waiting to take her from us! Our love! My precious!" Sméagol's voice grew much darker, and his spine arched and bent in peculiar ways as he giggled about something only he could see in his mind.

Smeagol followed along beside the strange human. He kept off the path, choosing to scour through the mud, climb through threes, scale the rocks and boulders. He dove into water without fear or care, sometimes splashing about and tossing handfuls of she's up onto the shore, his reflexes were quick and true, despite his mental breakdowns it was clear how easily these creature could become a threat given the proper motivation.

He remained quiet for a great majority of the adventure sometimes muttering incoherently to himself or to some entity no one else could seem to see. But it seems the vast majority of his attention had been taken off of the hunter. There was no doubting he was a bizarre creature, corrupted horribly by something this world had never seen the likes of. As the castle and its borders came into view, Smeagol came to a sudden stand still, his eyes darkening with something akin to malice as he gazed over the lively city.

"Smeagol trusts no humanses. No humanses, no hobbitses, no elves, and no smelly dwarves!" Smeagol cooed into the forests, his small form hunching over as he balanced his weight on his hands and feet. He would move no further, draw no closer to the wicked city that lay beneath him. He wanted no part in it, no part at all in the humanses, he glanced over at his temporary companion as if seeing her for the very first time.

"They all want her, they all crave all, they want to take her for their own! She sings! Such sweet, sweet songs! She makes us forget! Makes us do nasty, horrible things! Makes us forget everything but her, everything but her songses! She chose us, wanted us... my love...my precious!" Gollum cooed, his laughter dark and cruel. There was something very, very wrong with this tiny creature and the only ones who knew what were quite literally worlds away.

Smeagol was lost, lost to the world in his own head, his eyes were glazed over, seeing but not really there, his fingers pulled and tugged at each other as he wrung them together. He shifted unsteadily on the balls of his feets, his spine cracking as the bones grinded against one another at his restlessness. He gazed off over the city, seeing all of the movement and knowing well why he could not venture down there. His mind had long ago splintered with his love and his hatred for the damned ring. The Gollum side of his personality was obssessed taken by the rings allure and while Smeagool loved the Precious, he hated it, hated what its pull had made him to.

"She dosen't understand Precious!" meagol groaned, his arms coiling around his own body in an embrace. "She dosen't understand your songs, your voice Precious, she dosen't understand! She draws you in, makes you see only herses, makes you do horrible thingses! You can deny her nothing... my precious, my love, mine!" Smeagol's tone grew more desperate, more violent.

"Gollum...Gollum..." He choked on the word and his eyes filled with hatred and malice. The monsterous side had returned once again and he rounded on the woman, ready to kill her for even suggesting a trust! "Nasty! Wretched!-" His rant was cut short as she dropped a ring in his palm. He toyed with the glittering ring, sinning it over in his palm and examining it.

She didn't sing or whisper to him, she didn't command or demand him, she was simply a ring, shiny, pretty, but nothing more than a ring. He glanced up at the woman who had began to walk away, closing his fist around the trinket and dropping it into the tiny pouch that dangled by his loincloth. Slowly he followed after her, Gollum retreating back into the recesses of his mind as Smeagol fell silent once more.