This poem was 'found' in a passage in the chapter, "The Stairs of Cirth Ungol" in the book The Two Towers.
Old starved pitiable thing...
A fleeting moment, an old weary hobbit,
Shrunken by years, carried far beyond his time.
Crawling, creeping, lean hungry face;
Eyes dim and grey, old and tired.
A spasm of pain, and he turned away,
Engaged in some interior debate.
The gleam faded from his eyes, old, tired.
Slowly putting out a trembling hand, he touched;
Cautiously touched Frodo's knee, the touch a caress.
A fleeting moment, an old weary hobbit,
Shrunken by years, carried far beyond his time;
Beyond friends and kin,
Beyond fields and streams of youth.
Old starved pitiable thing...
- Linaewen
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Gollum
Creeping in the night
Choking people at his will
Frodo is his Doom.
- Daughter of Rosie
My Name
Double Drabble for Sméagol + 3 words
“Our precious. Oh so close.” Yes, Sméagol knew the way to the Black
Lands. He wondered why his master wished such a path. Yes, he knew his
precious was close, it invigorated him. Gollum was making plans to
reclaim his present.
Master had heard him and woke with a start. Gollum ignore all the
hobbit said. Then, “…Sméagol. That was your name wasn’t it?”
A light flashed in Gollum’s eyes. “My name…” His name seemed like
something out of a long forgotten dream or legend. Too long had he been
alone without friend, now someone knew his name. A friend.
Frodo looked at the miserable creature who pawed at him with pity.
Even he knew that this was merely a skeleton of the hobbit-like
creature who had once lived.
Frodo knew he had to be careful, the ring’s lure was powerful especially to one who had “owned” it for so long.
Frodo hoped Gandalf had been right. This poor soul might still
respond to kindness. In the Dead Marshes, he took his chance. Gollum
seemed to ignore Frodo until he said Gollum’s name. Frodo saw Gollum
soften.
For a time, Sméagol seemed almost happy. Almost cheerful…eager to please…. Eager to save his precious.
- Pippin's Sunshine
Trahald or Smeagol
Hated, pitied, despised
My Preciousss calling
- Gollum
- MithrandirCQ
Top Ten Things Never Heard in Smeagol's Trailer
10. "No, thank you, I'm on Jenny Craig."
9. "My 'Seasons of Semagol' calendar has sold out?!?
8. "Can't we cut this a little higher on the hip?"
7. "Fish are our friends, not Food!"
6. "Pass the potatoes, please."
5. "I don't need any Bling today."
4. "This makeup doesn't bring out my eyes."
3. "What is 'bikini waxing' precious?
2. "I'm Arachnophobic"
1. "Does this costume make my butt look big?"
- Doctor Gamgee
Additions:
11. "I can never remember my birthday..."
12. "Oh good, I got a discount on my tanning salon membership!" - Primula
13. Someone invite that Sean Astin chap around for dinner, will you? I really admire his technique.
14. Yes, but are my eyes bigger and bluer than Elijah's? They have to
be! I need them to be in order to attract an overly ridiculous level of
sympathy for my psychosis.
15. Psychosis? What psychosis? - Evermind
16. "Therapy really helped me. You should try it!"
17. "Tsk. I have so many friends, my calendar is just filled. I'll have to squeeze you in for tea next week." - Primula
18. Well, there's this very relaxing form of spirit meditation. Lots of
incense, crystals, that sort of thing... It really has been so
marvellous for getting me in touch with my inner self...
19. Of course, on those days when it all gets too much, I just go shoe shopping. - Evermind
20. "I swear by Charles Atlas, why my muscles are so much bigger now no one kicks sand in my face anymore." - Primula
Gollum in the Lake - a double drabble
What was it? What was this fumbling about on the gravelly strand that
edged his lovely dark waters? It was not a goblin, he could see that,
yes he could see it and it could not see him. Gollum's pale, large eyes
narrowed with thought.
It was not a goblin, yet not a monster of any kind either. He sniffed
the air that it stirred up, sniffed scents of pipesmoke caught in
woolen twists, campfire and the tang of mountain air washed in rain.
What was it, that sat flummoxed upon the pebbly shore? A tiny glimmer
of something shone in the recesses of Gollum's mind, glimmered and was
lost; a firefly at midnight, quenched... an ember of some fire long
forgotten lest it burn. He frowned, and sniffed again.
It spoke. Not goblin-speech, no.... He knew
the words, understood them. He was drawn to it, as a fish drawn to the
wiggling tips of fingers because it seemed as the memory of something
else, something real, filled with substance.
He dipped his hands in the waters and paddled them a bit. Perhaps he would find out.
- Primula
I came to you crushed and bruised
Black veils ripped and torn away
By the Great Eye used, abused
Nazgul seem, have gone to stay
Left me there with orcs and such
To ponder what I would do
Did I like his touch, not much
That is why I came to you.
- Ringwraith-Wife
