“The nasty elves hates us precious and watches us closely precious.” Gollum hissed in the dark corner of his cell.
Gollum was held by request of Aragorn for safe keeping until such time
as deemed safe when the concerns of the One Ring were finished. Gandalf
was deeply concerned that Gollum would lead to trouble if let loose.
“Yes precious they chokes us with nasty bread when would rather
have fresh fishes to eat. But we shall tricks them precious.” Gollum
“Hush precious, quiet my love, they will be surprised tonight when
the orcess come for us. We go up up up the tall tree and the orcess
sneak up and chase away the nasty elveses, then we go free, but not
back to Him precious, no not back to him, never again to him.” Gollum
whispered his plans to himself and stroked his shoulders tenderly as he
spoke to calm himself. Orcs had found his scent around and up a tree,
leaving a token there of their presence.
Unlocking his cell two elves burst in placing a halter of rope around his neck, with much protesting from Gollum.
“Take care Gollum, calm down. We are taking you out for exercise in
the woods today as you like.” Finguld said, as he lifted Gollum off the
ground and placed him in the hallway. “Be a good fellow Gollum, we
shall share some roasted boar with you this night.”
Gollum struggled and complained of the rope around his neck. “It burns
us, take it off, take it off us.” Gollum pleaded and struggled as he
was pushed and pulled out from the Woodelves realm in northern
Mirkwood. The sky was darkened by clouds and the forest floor was cool
and damp. Finguld and his five companions walked lightly upon the
forest floor and warned Gollum if tried to make an escape they would
shoot him with many arrows.
“We will behave and stay close if you would take off the rope that
burns the precious.” Gollum looked pitiful to the elves and they again
warned him of sure death if he strayed from their circle. “We promises
we shall stay close.” Gollum halted while the elves took off the halter
and four fretted arrows on guard in case he bolted. Finguld took Gollum
by the hand as they walked to a lone tall pine.
“Here we are Gollum, here is your tree and you may climb it as you
please but be mindful we are watching your every move.” Finguld
released Gollums hand and the creature hesitated, then turned to his
captures’ with a smile and leapt to the tree and climb to its highest
branches as easy as you or I would stand upon a chair.
As the Westering sun lit the clouds with fiery hues Finguld called
to the creature Gollum to come down but Gollum pretended not to hear
and moved himself around the trunk of the tree. This game of Gollums
went on until evening fell upon the wood. The elves argued about who
would climb up and capture the creature.
Gollum hissed and laughed at the elves and finally yelled down to
them; “Goodbye nasty elveses!” and with that the woods all about the
elves erupted with charging and howling orcs.
The small party of elves let loose a hail of arrows in the
direction of their home and ran as quickly as elves can, and that is
quick indeed. But they were overcome, four killed, and two taken as
Gollum escaped his rescuers in the darkness, to cause what trouble another day.
This tale was inspired by Legolas's tale of the escape of Gollum, at the Council Of Elrond, in The Fellowship Of The Ring.