A Broken One

[lastest_ringbearer]

 Today's new arrival (and there have been an awful lot of them lately, yes?) does not so much walk in as fall burning from the 'sky' of the Nexus, never to see his miserable home again. This is almost certainly for the best.

He lands with a bone-jarring thud, hand almost fused shut from holding--or wearing?--a mostly-melted lump of gold. Runes wrap around his fingers, fading in and out desolately.

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[lastest_ringbearer]

'No rope' is enough reassurance to get him to a clinic, if only with much muttering about what is to be done to liars and thieveses and nasssty stupid Bagginses. Bilbo for taking it in the first place and Frodo for damn well putting it on at the very Cracks of Doom, even Gollum didn't do that, the Lidless Eye could see that!

It's lucky they find the clinic at this point, or he may well have started all over again.

[museicalmarty]

Dee returns as Gollum starts grumbling, honking her horn and flipping open her doors. "Found it!" crackles over the radio. "Though I couldn't grab anybody to come with -- but I can get you guys there super fast!"

"Great!" Doc carefully bundles the muttering Gollum -- the fires of Mt. Doom are no match for his hatred of Bagginses, it seems -- into the passenger seat, then slips into the driver's side. "Er -- Marty, we can drop him off and--"

"Better idea," Marty replies. One quick PINpoint out and back, and he's got his skateboard. He hops on and grabs onto one of the vents sticking out the back. "Go for it, Dee!" Dee honks confirmation and speeds off, toward the clinic.

[lastest_ringbearer]

Well, the fires of Mt. Doom certainly hasn't improved his temper. Plus he thinks that the car must be some chariot of orc-make, etc.