Smeagol's Story

- Harthad

fish jumps
pulling on pole
goes into water
Deagol follows

glint of gold
mud in hand
SHINY
TEMPTING
MY PRECIOUS

give it, my love
you know I wants it

says no, no you can't

confusion
sky
ground
gasping for breath

tables are turned
my friend is no more

MY PRECIOUS

my love

cursed us
it cursed us
precious

no taste of food
no water
no sun

light is no more

dark dark cave

no track of time

my preciousssssss.

What's that?

My precious?

Pocketsssssss

What has it got?

Riddles, precious, it speaks in riddles

Bagginses, we hates it

BAGGINS!

Precious?

My love?

My precious?

NOOOOOOO!

It's gone!

The precious is GONE!

gone now. . . . . . .