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tampered2006-11-23 05:39 pm
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Log; Ongoing
When; Nov. 20th
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Gollum![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
poor_smeagol, Xulchibara revelations9x6, Scarab noh_dancer
Summary; Gollum is sneaking. Xulchibara has a gift for him.
Log;
In the darkness underground, Gollum was muttering to himself. He was alone. Always alone. Here in the dark though it felt natural, the dark place with dark smells and darker sounds wrapping around seemed to draw the words and whispers out of him.
"So alone, my love, so alone..."
Head in his hands now he began to sob, a harsh sound, a false sound, but pitiful none the less. Words could occasionally be heard in-between his cries. No precious, no precious. Gone, gone. But then he stopped, straightened, a strange look upon his face, not of sorrow, but of strange glee.
He had seen it. He had seen it, that creature had shown it to him. The thing that was not human, was not orc, smelt of dark power and yet was not like anything from the Black Land that he had seen. And the creature had said that... yes. He would have it.
And so he waited. Muttering, crying, sobbing, muttering again. It didn't matter. Soon he would have his precious, and all would be joy once more.
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Gollum
poor_smeagol, Xulchibara revelations9x6, Scarab noh_dancerSummary; Gollum is sneaking. Xulchibara has a gift for him.
Log;
In the darkness underground, Gollum was muttering to himself. He was alone. Always alone. Here in the dark though it felt natural, the dark place with dark smells and darker sounds wrapping around seemed to draw the words and whispers out of him.
"So alone, my love, so alone..."
Head in his hands now he began to sob, a harsh sound, a false sound, but pitiful none the less. Words could occasionally be heard in-between his cries. No precious, no precious. Gone, gone. But then he stopped, straightened, a strange look upon his face, not of sorrow, but of strange glee.
He had seen it. He had seen it, that creature had shown it to him. The thing that was not human, was not orc, smelt of dark power and yet was not like anything from the Black Land that he had seen. And the creature had said that... yes. He would have it.
And so he waited. Muttering, crying, sobbing, muttering again. It didn't matter. Soon he would have his precious, and all would be joy once more.