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Gollum's Plunge (His Final Thoughts)

Poetry By: Km2

I recently have begun reading the lord of the rings trilogy. I'm about a hundred pages into it, and having just read the hobbit, as well, just days before it was released and seeing it in the theater, must of helped in brewing up this concoction, I suppose. I got the actual idea for, and wrote this just yesterday, though. I thought I'd give it a whirl and hope everyone enjoys it.

Submitted:Mar 9, 2013    Reads: 95    Comments: 25    Likes: 5   

Those blasted hobbitses.

Dirty, thieving, little Bagginses.


At last it's ours; ours at last!

It's beautiful shinyness. How it GLEAMS!

It's finally come back to it's master.

Cursed Frodo! Drasted Bilbo! Worst of all, stupid, fat, lazys hobbitses!

But we have it; have it again.

Our birthday presentses. We love it!

I love it...

It means the world to us.

It's so special; and precious.

My precious...

-Gollum- -Gollum-

Our precious means the world to us.

We love are preciouses.

We would kill for it; in particular, those nasty, little hobbitses.

We would die for our precious.

Just to hold it one more time, to feel it in our hands.

We would do anything to keep our precious, forever; our most favorite of birthday presents. Yes.

We would die for our precious.


My precioussss!...

And then, he, Gollum, was gone;

a fiery death, melted away, along with the One Ring,

cast into the fiery cracks of Mount Doom.


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