Post by Gollum/ Smeagol on Jan 4, 2013 5:03:07 GMT -5
Brightly the sun beat down upon the Earth, warming the bitter Snow as it hissed and screamed its frustration, turning to icy slush in the streets with its fury. No sleep for the damned, no rest for the wicked, the very beginnings of morning began to unfold, windows and shutters flying open, the smell of breakfast wafting through the air. It was a tad too early to leave ones home, but most everyone was stirring, preparing for another day of ice.
There was one however, that required no such things. The creature rarely slept and even seldom required rest. He was a being of amazing adaption, able to survive on the rawest of meats and the most foul of concoctions. Living alone in the dark and damp caverns of the orcs home, Sméagol had long since grown adapted to both the bitter chill and the moisture. The snow nor the cold effected him in the slightest. The sun, however, was a different matter entirely.
"Nasty, blasted, bright, lightses! They hurts our eyes! Gollum! Gollum! Turn it off! It burns us!" Sméagol cried, shielding his eyes from the blinding brilliance of the sky. His skin was sickly pale and thin. Clearly from the hundreds of years spent rotting in the darkest corners of those caverns. "Oh but the orcses caves! We had the Precious! My own, my love... oh uh...err I mean our Precious!" Sméagol blushed correcting himself as Gollum growled.
"Yes... the Precious was all ours until that nasty tricksey fat bagginses asked us what was in his greasy pocket! He lied! Tricksey! Stole the precious! Thief!" Gollum bellowed, his blue eyes angered and crazed, his fury resonating down the streets.
"Not all hobbitses are nasty, fat creatures! Master was kind! Master was Sméagol's friend!" Sméagol answered the angry Gollum trying to calm him down. Before the bellowed retort of fury could formulate a sign caught Sméagol's attention. Big blue innocent eyes peered up at the glittery golden name that shinned in the sun. "Gollum...Gollum! Lookses! Look! Gold! Precious is gold isn't she? Precious is shiny! She must be in there! Lost! Waiting for us to reclaim her! Loooost!" Sméagol bellowed and lumbered forward, hefting a rather large stone through the window and jumping inside, crunching through the glass with seemingly no care.
"Precious... Sméagol is back precious! You don't have to be lost anymore!" Sméagol cooed into the shop. His large eyes devoured the shop, scanning the various items with practiced ease. Rubies, jewels, sapphires, wooden creation, metal creations but no Precious. Fury overtook the innocent curiosity and Gollum screamed, grabbing the nearest item and throwing it into the wall, watching it splinter into a thousand pieces.
"No! No! No! No! No! Gollum...Gollum... Precious! Why so tricksey? Lost! Lost Looooost!" Gollum screamed, smashing through the glass cabinets sending the shards flying in every which direction. "Precious! Precious! Precious!" Sméagol screamed into the room, body hunching over like he was having a seizure.
"Quiet you! This is why nobody likes us! You are too weak...murderer! Thief! You have always been weak!" Gollum snarled into the destruction. "If the Precious isn't here, we will make them pay!" Gollum plowed through a rocking chair, knocking over numerous shelves of supplies cackling madly all the vile. Strange vials and concoctions littered the floor, some glowing some glittering, some shining like beacons... but no one of them was a ring. "Where is our Precious!!!
"
There was one however, that required no such things. The creature rarely slept and even seldom required rest. He was a being of amazing adaption, able to survive on the rawest of meats and the most foul of concoctions. Living alone in the dark and damp caverns of the orcs home, Sméagol had long since grown adapted to both the bitter chill and the moisture. The snow nor the cold effected him in the slightest. The sun, however, was a different matter entirely.
"Nasty, blasted, bright, lightses! They hurts our eyes! Gollum! Gollum! Turn it off! It burns us!" Sméagol cried, shielding his eyes from the blinding brilliance of the sky. His skin was sickly pale and thin. Clearly from the hundreds of years spent rotting in the darkest corners of those caverns. "Oh but the orcses caves! We had the Precious! My own, my love... oh uh...err I mean our Precious!" Sméagol blushed correcting himself as Gollum growled.
"Yes... the Precious was all ours until that nasty tricksey fat bagginses asked us what was in his greasy pocket! He lied! Tricksey! Stole the precious! Thief!" Gollum bellowed, his blue eyes angered and crazed, his fury resonating down the streets.
"Not all hobbitses are nasty, fat creatures! Master was kind! Master was Sméagol's friend!" Sméagol answered the angry Gollum trying to calm him down. Before the bellowed retort of fury could formulate a sign caught Sméagol's attention. Big blue innocent eyes peered up at the glittery golden name that shinned in the sun. "Gollum...Gollum! Lookses! Look! Gold! Precious is gold isn't she? Precious is shiny! She must be in there! Lost! Waiting for us to reclaim her! Loooost!" Sméagol bellowed and lumbered forward, hefting a rather large stone through the window and jumping inside, crunching through the glass with seemingly no care.
"Precious... Sméagol is back precious! You don't have to be lost anymore!" Sméagol cooed into the shop. His large eyes devoured the shop, scanning the various items with practiced ease. Rubies, jewels, sapphires, wooden creation, metal creations but no Precious. Fury overtook the innocent curiosity and Gollum screamed, grabbing the nearest item and throwing it into the wall, watching it splinter into a thousand pieces.
"No! No! No! No! No! Gollum...Gollum... Precious! Why so tricksey? Lost! Lost Looooost!" Gollum screamed, smashing through the glass cabinets sending the shards flying in every which direction. "Precious! Precious! Precious!" Sméagol screamed into the room, body hunching over like he was having a seizure.
"Quiet you! This is why nobody likes us! You are too weak...murderer! Thief! You have always been weak!" Gollum snarled into the destruction. "If the Precious isn't here, we will make them pay!" Gollum plowed through a rocking chair, knocking over numerous shelves of supplies cackling madly all the vile. Strange vials and concoctions littered the floor, some glowing some glittering, some shining like beacons... but no one of them was a ring. "Where is our Precious!!!
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