Title: Deagol's Bane
Author: Aylith
Pairings: Isildur/Deagol
Ratings This chapter PG, later NC17
Warnings: Later chapter features rape/non con
Summary: Non cannon. Deagol gets alot more than he bargained for during a
fishing trip much to the dismay of his friend.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters featured.
Beta: Merevindur

Deagol's Bane


Pulling himself from the river, panting and exhausted, Deagol lay on the
grassy bank turning the ring over in his palm, not once taking his eyes
from it. He had just pulled it from the riverbed after wrestling with a
large fish which had pulled him overboard moments earlier, one which would
have made a good family supper. The shiny jewel had stood out in the murky
waters of the river Anduin and Deagol did not hesitate to snatch it,
letting his meal escape him.

As he lay there mesmerised by his find, he could hear the excited laughter
of Smeagol, his good friend and fishing companion as he brought the boat
to the river bank. "What have you got there then?" he asked hurrying
towards his friend. "Let me see, let me see". But Deagol knowing full well
of his friends greed held onto the ring.

Turning his head slightly he spoke as innocently as his voice would allow
him. "Tis nothing but a pebble, it's of no interest to you, its mine and I
shall keep it for my collection". At this Smeagol leapt forward trying to
wrest whatever it was from him, but Deagol was quick, too quick for
Smeagol who was still somewhat out of breath from mooring the boat.
Rolling over he scrambled to his feet escaping his friend and hurried
towards the clearing. He would take a closer inspection when he was home
away from prying eyes.


On arriving home, Deagol's usual chores made to prevent him from what he
most desired to do. He longed to take out the jewel from his pocket and
clean it and look at it once more. Just a little more. He fulfilled this
longing however soon after tending to the vegetable patch and feeding the
chickens in the coupe.

Not being known for his patience, he stood, mouth slightly agape turning
the ring over and over near the potato patch. So taken was he with the
ring that he had not heard his mother who was now looming over him
demanding he washes for tea.

"What is that you have there young Deagol", she asked him sternly making
him jump. Tightly clasping his hand so as not to drop it, Deagol gave his
mother a look of innocence which in time he'd learned to master
convincingly. "Oh mother tis a precious stone, I found it today whilst
fishing". Before she could say another word, he was making his way down
the garden path. "I'll be down shortly for tea", he shouted back not
turning around."Be sure to wash your hands", his mother called back to
him. Deagol was not a child but he sure acted in this manner sometimes and
his mother still found herself speaking to him as if he was one.


After finishing his meal of cooked ham, bread cheese and a honey cake,
Deagol made his excuses and left to go to his room. He would normally
devour three at least of the honey cakes his mother occasionally baked,
and his unusual behaviour had not escaped her. She eyed him suspiciously
as he turned the stairs towards his room, and No sooner was his door
latched did he throw himself onto his bed where he pulled out the ring
from his pocket.

It appeared to him more shiny than it had done previously as the nearby
candle flame danced on the smooth surface. Turning the ring over and over
he soon fell into a short but deep slumber. His first thoughts on waking
were that he had not yet tried on the ring due to his many distractions
earlier. He licked his lips and gently slipped it over his middle finger.

Everything seemed quieter to him suddenly. It seemed the birds and other
wildlife which could normally be heard, had silenced their evening song.
Eyes clenched tightly shut, he slowly opened them to see what looked like
a faint mist forming in the room. It also seemed somewhat lighter and he
wondered if he was imagining it as he had been experiencing some strange
occurences of late. He lay there hardly daring to breathe or even turn his
head until after a long strained moment he heard something, something
which sounded perhaps like a voice.

He could just make out a low rasping noise which sounded much like a
menacing whisper and he wondered for a horrifying second if it Was
speaking to him!

On hearing what sounded like his name, he strained a little harder to
learn he was indeed correct, kicking his heart into a painful rhythm.

"Deeeaagol" it whispered very close to his ears now. "Deagol ..this jewel
which has came to you, it is too powerful for one so small." Licking his
lips so as to create saliva in his now dry mouth, he managed to whisper
something to the eerie voice.

"wh.. what do you want?  ...what do you want from me?!"

"You must do the right thing", hissed the voice. "You must return the ring
to where you found it, it is not yours to wield. Should you try to keep it
then much harm may come to you and to those you love".

Bringing a shaky hand up to his finger, he pulled hard at the ring to
remove it not caring at the pain this caused as he did so roughly.


He lay there catching his breath for a few moments, a slight relief
washing over him as the room appeared to return to how it once was.



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Chapter 2


The next morning was a warm one. Whilst eating breakfast, Deagol went over
in his mind last night's events. He told himself repeatedly that he was
half asleep when he heard the strange voice, that it was merely his
imagination. When he thought about it, he remembered having strange dreams
of late and he was sure this was the result of them. He'd also been
working hard these recent evenings helping tending vegetables before the
coming Autumn; and then there was his silly spat with Smeagol. That also
had been playing on his mind.

It was a warm late summers day today though and Deagol intended to relax
on the river as soon as he had completed a few light chores his mother had
set for him. He was just preparing to leave for the river checking once
over what food he had placed in his satchel earlier, an apple, a cool
drink his father sometimes prepared for him, some cold meat with pickle
sandwiches ..and a couple of honey cakes when his mother called to him
that Smeagol was here.

"Hello my friend" said Smeagol as if nothing had happened between them.
Deagol shifted on his feet feeling a little awkward at his own recent
behaviour. "Good morning to you" answered Deagol rather formally. "If you
don't mind I will not be going fishing today, I have a sore head and wish
to spend time alone". He continued a little abrubtly. "Oh don't be that
way my friend" smiled Smeagol "I just wanted to look at it, I did'nt mean
to make you angry. Let us forget it, we can go to the forest where its
nice and cool, we can do what you want to do". said Smeagol encouragingly.
But Deagol was having none of it and made it quite clear that he was going
to be on his own today, he wished not for any company, least of all
Smeagols.

It was not that he did not want to be friends with him anymore, more that
he just wanted to avoid him for a while. He felt sure Smeagol would
eventually badger him about his new treasure and most definitely would
want to have a look at it and hold it for himself. He gasped when he
suddenly imagined Smeagol slipping the ring on his own finger. Of course
Deagol did not yet no what power this simple band of gold held, and for
reasons he was not quite sure of he did not want Smeagol or anybody else
touching it and enjoying its beauty like he did. It was his now and his
alone and he called it his beloved ring.


Making his way on his own to a shaded patch of grass, he sat down and took
out the apple from his satchel. Eating the fruit, he stared intently at a
pair of swans gliding gracefully along the river. Sparkles of light from
the sun danced on the ripples of water and all that could be heard were
the songs of birds and the sound of his own teeth as he bit into the juicy
fruit.

He felt relaxed and content as he continued to gaze lazely toward the
river. His thoughts whirling around of the previous events, of when he had
felt the pull on his line and his excitement at knowing he had caught
something  ...something big!

But what he was to end up with was better than any fish he fancied. He
could see himself spotting the glint of gold in the silt and then reaching
out to take it for himself ..a warm smile spread across his face at the
thought.



Downing the last dregs of his drink, he lay back onto the soft cool grass
which was shaded by the nearby tree. Looking up, he squinted slightly as
the sun danced on his face through the moving branches above. A wave of
exhaustion washed over him and closing his eyes, he let out a long
contented sigh. After lying like this for a few moments he placed his hand
on his stomach tracing his finger up and down the smooth fabric of his
waistcoat and it was not long before his hand moved down to his groin.

Smoothing his finger over the slight bulge to the left of the fastenings,
he looked up quickly, checking to one way, then the other and then behind
him.

Confident that he was completely alone he undid the fastenings of his
pants and let his now rigid erection free into the warm air. It felt a
little shameful yet good at the same time to be so exposed in such an open
area, yet he carried on and taking it in his grip he began to stroke it,
gently at first, then as his heart began to race and the warm feelings
flooded through his groin, he quickened the pace to his need.

Rolling back his head, he let out a gentle moan as desire filled him. He
was rock hard now and his pace was quick and even. He had it just right
until it was not long before climax was near when suddenly as if from
nowhere, an unpleasant smell filled his nostrils. Deagol was so consumed
with his coming orgasm that it took him a few moments before he stopped,
wrinkling his nose at the unusual odour in this lush and beautiful part of
land. There was nothing at odds to be seen and the smell seemed to be
fading, so with that he quickly took up his erection again and giving it a
few hard strokes he let out a louder moan as he shot the warm liquid over
his belly.

The unpleasant smell returned as suddenly as it had left and on opening
his eyes Deagol let out a soundless scream. Standing before him was a
figure of a tall stealthily built man. The figure looked very strange
indeed and wore a look of concern on his bearded face. His raiment was of
fine cloth and a silver chain hung about his neck.

Deagol scrambled backwards on his hands kicking out his feet, eyes fixed
on the figure which began to move torwards him. He was still exposed but
cared not about that now. He was too frightened to do anything but move
away from the approaching figure when it suddenly stopped before him. He
could now see what made this man so strange. He found he could almost look
through him and felt sure he was looking at a ghost of a man when it
suddenly it spoke.

"Deagol" it said to him. "It was I who came to you last night to ask
something of you, to ask of you to give up the ring which I know you
have". It was a few moments before he could utter an answer to the ghostly
figure. "I ..I ...do not h.. have it with... with me r right now s.. sir".
"Wh.. what must I do?" he asked.

"My name is Isildur and this ring you posess belongs to me, it betrayed me
to my death many years ago but I love it still and I will not rest until
you give back that which does not belong to you. Therefore you must return
it. Leave it where it once was". Deagol stared in horror for a while
hardly believing what he was looking at.

Then his body moved before his brain had time to think and he found
himself somehow getting to his feet and stumbling toward the clearing
before heading for his home. He ran without once stopping for fear he
would lose control of his emotions before he was safe to let go indoors.


Deagol did not remember the journey home. His head spinning with thoughts
of the apparition, he could not at all think straight and a feeling of
nausea crept within him. Closing his bedroom door he decided to lay down a
while to try and collect his thoughts. After mulling it over for some
time, he eventually went to the cupboard, taking out the box in which he
had placed the ring earlier that day.

Holding it shakily he hesitated before opening it. 'Maybe I should not
look at it'. he thought to himself, feeling dizzy at the thought. It
appeared to him now that he may not have been dreaming the night before
and this disturbed him immensely. He also realised that this man creature
would come to him whether or not he put on the ring.

He had been pondering and pacing for several hours when his father came to
ask if everything was well as his strange behaviour had not escaped him
either.

Deagol thought about telling his father everything that had happened
recently. But no sooner had the thought entertained him did it leave
again. He could not possibly his tell his father of these recent events.
He would surely think his son had gone mad again!


Several years ago Deagol had been caught poaching from a friend of the
family's land. He did not know why he did it. It had started out as a dare
from an over zealous friend. All went well but he did it again on his own
several times until finally he was caught. The punishment was severe and
the villagers turned against him and his family who became very
unfavourable in that village for a long time after.

Consumed with guilt and overwhelming feelings of paranoia, he left the
family home abrubtly and lived in the nearby woods until his father found
him and managed to bring him back home. But he had changed immensely and
would barely speak.

Normally very placid he was now ill tempered and complained of voices
demanding he do bad things. It was a long and slow progress but within
time he began to act more like Deagol again. He was kept occupied with
work by his father who by showing him unconditional love was the most
responsible for his recovery. Then he met Smeagol who.. noting an
endearing weakness in him ..took it upon himself to encourage Deagol to
start having fun again. Smeagol would tell him stories of the legends of
long ago that his own grandfather had often told him during long winter
nights, and in turn these stories would hold Deagol mesmerised.


And so he made an excuse of feeling unwell due to lack of sleep and hard
work. He had been putting in alot of work tending the family's patch until
recently, yet he doubted whether his father believed his lie.

After chatting over tea and sandwiches he bid good night to his father. It
was early yet, but he decided to head up to his room for the night. There
was not as much work to be done so he was excused, and although it was
still light outside he felt like having an early night. He felt exhausted
enough for an undisturbed night of sleep,  ..at least that is what he had
hoped for.


That night he dreamed he was swimming in a river. It was dark and the
water was gloomy. He could see no fish only a strange figure with a pale
face and rotten skin. It glided towards him and reached out its boney
fingers, the skin hanging loosely from them. He could not move or turn and
the face was now closer and grinning at him. A high pitched shrieking
surrounded him, filling him with fear when he suddenly awoke from his
nightmare.


Finding himself lying on his stomach and drenched in sweat, he moved his
legs and felt the the bed clothes tangled around him in dissaray. But when
he moved to push himself up he found he could not.

He could not move the upper part of his body at all as there was something
..some weight keeping him down! Panicking he let out a gasp then a
soundless scream!

Taking several deep breaths he tried again to move but could not, causing
his entire face to break into a sweat. Feeling hardly able to move his
head, he tried to see around the room a little which was bathed mostly in
darkness.

Hyperventilating now with fear, he could feel himself starting to wane and
he knew at any moment he would pass into unconciousness when he suddenly
felt the bed clothes being pulled from him.

Something was touching his legs when the ringing started in his ears and
his world turned to blackness.



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Chapter 3


He did not know how long he had been unconscious, but before he managed to
open his eyes, Deagol could still feel the weight on top of him.
Everything suddenly came flooding into his head again and he wished he had
not woken, more so when he realised his loose bed pants were now removed
from him!

His mind raced at how this could have happened and what might happen next.
He gathered he could not have been out for long as the thing in the room
was still touching his legs. It felt a little like someones fingers
stroking him.. softly at first ..then the feeling of something sharp  -
much like fingernails tracing along his bare buttocks!

Letting out a small whimper he clutched onto the pillow tightly and buried
his face into it. He wanted so much to shout out into the night for help,
for this horror to go away, but he had not the strength nor the courage to
act.


Now and then his nostrils filled with an assortment of smells, sometimes
very unpleasant and sometimes as sweet as flowers. This bewildered him and
he wondered if it was to confuse him, to muddle his senses, and when he
thought he could not feel more frightened, he suddenly felt his buttocks
being pulled apart sharply. He tried once again to move but seemed to be
held down more firmly than previously. He began to whimper now short sharp
bursts into his pillow.

"Deeaaagol". whispered the familier voice now filled with menace.

"You were heedless of my warnings, therefore you must now suffer me for I
have suffered enough since you took that which did not belong to you, and
you will wish ere the end of this night that you did what was asked of
you!"

At this he felt something cold and wet being smeared over him. It ran down
between his legs and over his exposed scrotum making his entire body
stiffen.

Every inch of his body from his calves to his head ached and throbbed but
he cared not of this. He knew what was about to happen and he felt
powerless to stop it. So there he lay waiting with baited breath.

A few short moments passed and he had yet to hear a sound. He let his body
relax ever so slightly and it was then he realised he had been painfully
holding his breath.

After a few more moments had passed, he found he was able to utter
something to his attacker. He opened his mouth and began to croak a few
words but was stopped mid sentence by the intrusion of what felt like
fingers being inserted abruptly into him!

He breathed in sharply and clenched his eyes shut, but that was not enough
to stop the pain and the spinning sensation in his head.

"The time for talk has now passed my young friend, you must now feel the
pain of me for your ignorance angers me so!" the voice whispered so close
to his ear now that it raised the hairs on his neck once more.

It thrust in and out of him several times and continued this movement for
a short time.

Once..  ..for just a fleeting moment  ..he felt something not unpleasant!

This did not last however when his legs were suddenly forced open a little
further and he felt another 'finger' ..if that's what it was.. being
forced inside him.

This aggrieved him even more than the first time and a cry of anguish
escaped him once more.

"Awwww, little Deagol are you hurting?" the sinister voice teased him. "Is
that too much for you little one?"

At that it pushed deeper inside of him, taking up a rhythm. As much as the
movement hurt him, as time passed, he would occasionally feel something
pleasant now and then. This happened each time it pushed deep inside and
after a time he became aware that he had a slight erection which was
causing some discomfort.

Being fully aware of this, his attacker removed itself from him and
holding Deagols head into the pillow using little force, it turned his
waist away from the bed with ease and abrubtly grabbed his erection in its
hand. Rubbing its coarse fingers over the end, Deagol knew he had leaked a
little, and the sensation was causing him to grow harder.

His head swam with a mixture of fear and loathing for what this creature
was subjecting him too, but there was something else. He was now being
pleasured by whatever, whoever it was and was horrified that he was
growing to it's rough but stimulating caresses. Whatever it was, it seemed
to have relaxed its grip on him slightly, and it crossed his mind that
maybe it was his own fear that had paralyzed him initially. But now
knowing he could move if he really wanted to, he dared not turn to look at
his attacker for fear that the initial terror which consumed him would
return!


It was a strange feeling having something other than his own hand bringing
him to orgasm and he shut his eyes in shame as he let out quiet moans into
the pillow. The blood was rushing to his head now as well as through his
ever growing erection and it annoyed him that he was responding to the
stroking, though there was such a rhythm that he could not  help it and
found himself bucking slightly into its grip.

He heard a snicker as the movement stopped and felt a pang of frustration
as the loss of sensation startled him followed by a sense of guilt!

Both its hands were now on his body forcing him flat on his belly again.
This time there was no warning as his legs were once again forced open
..this time more abrubtly than before! There seemed much haste as it
poured more of the cool liquid between his buttocks causing him to stiffen
his entire body again. He felt he was covered in it and before he could
mentally prepare himself for what was about to happen, he felt a sharp
sting as something with alot more girth began to push it's way inside of
him.

Deagol let out a yelp and was sure someone must have heard that, but the
thing forcing itself into him did not seem to care and did not seem likely
to stop.

It pushed ..slowly at first..  keeping what he could only assume was its
own hard member inside his entrance for a moment, then in one quick hard
movement, it was as deep inside of him as he thought it could get.

His head swam as the pain engulfed him and he let out another more audible
cry. It began to laugh and not seeming to care who heard, thrust deeper
and harder while it let out a loud moan of ecstatic pleasure. Deagol lay
now with his face buried in the pillow knowing that any moment now his
father would be knocking at the door to check on him.

"Why do you do this to me"? he whimpered."Please ..I beg of you, it hurts
me much  ...please.. ..please leave me be!"

There was no answer to his plea and the only sign that it had heard him
was that it seemed to momentarily drive harder after he had finished
speaking.

No one came and it suddenly struck him that his attacker seemed to know
this. His mind reeled, 'what if it has murdered my parents', he thought.
It seemed to sense what he was thinking as it now stopped its movement
within him and leaned closer to whisper in his ear. "Your mother and
father are not at home", it cackled. "There is a gathering in the village
and they have headed there for the evenings entertainment".

Deagol immediately felt a moment of relief at this, but then his heart
sank. He knew there would be no one coming to his aid as he remembered
there had been much talk of this coming event for weeks now and he
wondered how he could have forgotton so easily.

His parents were probably safe ..however..  he wished he felt the same.


Slowing the pace a little it took up an even rhythm using slower, deeper
thrusts. Rocking him onto his side, it once again took hold of his now
limp flesh and began to stroke him quite vigourously. Blood raced through
his veins again and he succumbed to it's touch.

It was still moving inside of him, hurting him, but the pain was now mixed
with a spark of pleasure as the harder he became, the harder it gripped
him forcing him to buck in his hand. He could not help himself as the
pleasure became greater ..much more than the pain he had felt, and a loud
moan escaped him into the night.

His head swam as the sensation with each and every thrust seemed to make
him harder still. He could feel it rushing to the very tip and he knew
that at any moment he would release!

Moaning hard now, he did not care who heard him and all it took were a few
more tight strokes before he emptied onto the blankets beneath him.
Burying his face in shame, he lay there breathing heavy into his pillow,
eyes clenched shut as what just happened filled him with shame and
disgust.

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The sound of shuffling woke him from his light slumber and at first he had
no idea how long he had slept until the first thoughts crept into his
mind, reminding him of everything that had happened earlier. It was not
long before he learned there was still something moving in his room.

A small amount of light just managed to creep in through the crack of the
wooden window slats which told him it was early dawn. As his eyes adjusted
to the dim light, he noticed a pair of heavily soiled shoes that did not
belong to him near his bed. Moving, he realised it was the shoes that were
giving off the terrible odour which occasionally wafted through his
nostrils.

Something shifted in the corner catching his eye. In the dimness it looked
much like it was crouching over something with it's back to him. Then, as
if sensing he was awake, it began to humm a tune softly to itself.

Deagol strained forward desperately trying to make something of what it
was that it was singing.

His eyes widened as the voice sounded very familiar to him  ..too
familiar! His head was clearing now from the fogginess he had felt during
his ordeal and for the first time in what felt to him like an eternity, he
very slowly began to get up from his bed  ...not daring to take his eyes
from the crouching figure in the room.

Carefully placing one foot down, then the other onto the bare wooden
floor, his ankles cracked from lying in one position for such a long time.

Immediately the figure got up and turned to face him clutching something
behind its back.

Deagol reeled and fell back onto his bed as the realisation hit him like a
sledgehammer. He could barely believe what his own eyes where telling him!

"Don't be alarmed my friend", said Smeagol as he took a few steps towards
him. Deagol shook his head vigorously keeping his eyes fixed on his
friend.

"I was just looking after it for you while you rested your weary head!"

Smeagol still spoke in the sinister voice he had adopted earlier, only it
appeared slightly less menacing than previously.

Deagol knew instantly he was referring to the ring. And it quickly began
to dawn on him that maybe it was he who had subjected him to his
terrifying ordeal. 'It could not possibly be', he thought to himself.  'No
no ..it could not!'


He found he could not at first speak! His mind reeled at how he could have
let this happen, at how Smeagol could do such a thing and for what  ...an
item of gold! It was indeed lovely, he thought, and it emitted a special
quality of it's own but Smeagol knew he had not been well lately and he
never thought for one moment that his 'friend' would cash in on his
weakness.


Smeagol spoke to him again snapping him out of his thoughts. This time in
a more condescending manner..

"I came to see you last night, I just wanted to talk with you but your
father said you were not well and you would probably sleep for the night
as he had given you something in your tea. I must have looked sad as I was
about to leave as he asked me if I would like to take those nice flowers
to your room," he said pointing to the large vase of brightly coloured
blossoms on the window sill.

"He then asked if I would mind staying a while as he said he would like
very much to take your mother to some gathering in the village that
everyone has been talking about. He said it would ease him knowing there
would be someone there if you were to wake early."

Deagol began to wonder who was more crazy  ..himself or Smeagol.

"I came into your room and you looked so peaceful while you slept" he
continued. "Then it called out to me, it said Smeeaagol ..I'm here, take
me  take me.. and so I did as I knew where you had hidden it as it belongs
with me you see!", he mocked him.

Deagol found he was finally able to speak and his own words surprised him.

"You stupid hobbit!!" he roared. "Do you not know already the power this
thing holds? It was you who told me of the legend, of Isildur and how he
came to lose the ring!"

He stopped suddenly and stared at Smeagol's face who wore a pitiful smile,
his eyebrows raised sorrowfully.

"Or did you lie to me ..was it a tale you conjured to mock my gullibility
when I was weak?"

"I told you no lie my friend. The legend is as real as the sun that warms
your face. I doubt not that these visions you had were real. Who am I to
say otherwise, it is you who must make up your own mind about this. But
remember, it is you that lacks the sanity of your kinsfolk."

Something snapped in Deagol and he lunged forward at the snickering
hobbit. Arms outstretched  ..he went straight for Smeagol's throat! The
pair fell to the floor as Smeagol's face began to turn a colourul shade of
red and he spluttered beneath his grip! Smeagol quickly raised a knee
straight into his crotch forcing him to release him as he sent out out a
gasp of air.

Desperately clutching between his legs in agony, Deagol let out a cry of
anguish as the pain seared through his groin. Smeagol wasted no time as
rage overtook him and he pushed him onto his back before placing his own
hands on Deagol's throat!

His face contorted in anger, Smeagol shook Deagol's neck violently in his
own vice like grip, and seeing him so weak and at his mercy only made him
tighten his grip all the more.

While he was in a favourable position, he quickly straddled him to get a
better grip of his neck. Deagol's hands continued to grasp and scratch at
Smeagol's, who stared down at his victim almost silently apart from his
now laboured breathing. The hobbit's eyes bulged as he grew weaker, and
soon, a thick white saliva formed in his mouth. Smeagol could feel his own
unforgiving heart pounding against his chest as Deagol's weakened.


Several moments passed until finally both his arms fell limply to the
floor with a loud thump.

He sat for a few moments on top of his chest, looking down at the lifeless
body below him. Removing his hands from his neck, he slowly got up and
calmly walked over to where he had dropped the ring earlier before he had
turned on Deagol.

Reaching for his prize, he eyed it lovingly as he held it between his
finger tips, stroking the smooth surface.

Bringing it nearer to his face to get a better look, he spoke for the
first time since he took his young friends life..




"Mmmmyyyy  ...prrecciouussss!"


End