Smeagol

[rabidsamfan]

I never liked him much, the treacherous wretch. He’d had too much time to talk to his precious self, and got an earful of lies as thanks, if you ask me. And I don’t know as how we’d have got far if he’d ‘a been eating the lembas bread too, for there wasn’t barely enough as it was. Heaven only knows what he did eat, most times, and so cold and raw it would have choked me.

But still, I can’t make up a mess of fish and chips no more without thinking of him and his poor hungry eyes.




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