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[lastest_ringbearer]

 The cold hard lands, they bites our hands, they gnaws our feet! The rocks and stones are like old bones, all bare of meat! *Here he pauses: the possible options he's come up with, over the years, for continuing require that he either rhyme 'feet' with itself or use the word 'fish' for two lines in a row. Despite his (admittedly small) ambitions Smeagol is not an especially good poet, nor does he have a wide range of topics to choose from.

*Thus he's going with his usual non-solution to problems he can't deal with, which is to splash at the water while hissing and muttering to himself. Happily he's discovered swim trunks; his old clothes were a nightmare and have been relegated to the rag pile.*

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[lastest_ringbearer]

Not hot, not cold. Comfortable, yesss.

Smeagol-Gollum isss all alone, my love. No otherses like usss, not one.

[museicalmarty]

Yeah, comfortable is great.

That. . .must get lonely, sometimes. [he was gonna say "sucks," but -- the reason Smeagol is the way he is is because of the evil of the One Ring. He can't actually wish that had happened to anyone else]

[lastest_ringbearer]

*Not even Smeagol can truly wish it on another--part of him felt pain seeing what was happening to Frodo on their long journey. Gollum thought it was no more than he deserved, but then Gollum was the Ring to some degree.* Not too lonely now, not with Men around. Bad under the mountainses, but not ssso much here.

[museicalmarty]

Well, that's good at least. Having someone else to talk to really makes all the difference, huh? Certainly did for me when I met Doc back in Arcadia. [he wasn't about to have any long conversations with his Keeper, after all]

[lastest_ringbearer]

It doesss, it doesss! Talking to ourselveses ended badly, it did, ssso we'll do none of that a while.

[museicalmarty]

Probably for the best, yeah. Glad I came along to give you someone to talk to for a while, then.

[lastest_ringbearer]

Smeagol isss glad asss well. *He dives under for a bit again. This time he comes back up with a seashell.* I like thessse. We had none back home.

[museicalmarty]

No shells? Too bad -- seashells are cool. You could get a little collection going now that you're here!

[lastest_ringbearer]

We think we will. Smeagol hasss found a few pretty oneses for our new home. *He studies the shell for a moment, then lets it go again.* Found one of that kind already.

[museicalmarty]

[he grins] Awesome. All settled into the new place then?

[lastest_ringbearer]

We isss, Precious! Bedses are nice.

[museicalmarty]

Oh yeah -- there's no beating a proper bed. Must be miles better than what you used to have.

[lastest_ringbearer]

*Flatly.* It was rockses, ssso yesss.

[museicalmarty]

. . .right. Kind of a dumb thing to say, wasn't that? [he shakes his head] But hey, nobody can say you haven't moved up in the world now.

[lastest_ringbearer]

Praps a bit. *Slow blink. Moved up in the world?* Of course, we're not in a cave. The sssurface isss up.

[museicalmarty]

Mmmm. [he blinks back] Well, yeah -- and you've got real clothes and an actual bed and all that. That's what I meant by "up" -- you're doing way better than you were.

[lastest_ringbearer]

Oh, now we sssee. Up was mossstly bad for poor Smeagol. The Yellow Face and the Ssstraight Ssstair and Wraiths on wingses. Never did any good come of having to look up. But if the nice Man likeses up, then things have indeed gone that way.

[museicalmarty]

[Marty grimaces] I see, yeah. . .well, now "up" seems to be working better for you. Nexus is nice like that sometimes.

[lastest_ringbearer]

Good, Smeagol was ssstarting to get sssick of down.

[museicalmarty]

Heh, yeah, I can bet. Folks been treating you right?

[lastest_ringbearer]

Oh yesss, they've been very kind to poor Smeagol. Helped me get a bed and sssuch. Better than we've known in a long time, Precious.

[museicalmarty]

People here can be really nice, yeah. When I first arrived, there were a couple of people willing to show me the ropes -- and one even reunited me with Doc! So that was awesome.

[lastest_ringbearer]

Can't think of anyone we'd like to meet from home. Smeagol misses Deagol, but he remembers how that ended, and our time with Master Frodo didn't end much better. No, there are no friendses for Smeagol. No friends, no . . . *He gives Marty an exaggeratedly pitiful look, like a dog denied a treat. It's one of his main survival skills, not that it takes much to make him look pathetic. Five hundred years alone did most of the work for him.* Will nice Man be Smeagol's friend?

[museicalmarty]

[Marty's answering look is a little "dude, you don't have to pull the pitiful look on me, I get it," but other than that it's perfectly friendly] Yeah, sure. I'd be happy to be your friend.

[lastest_ringbearer]

*He's so used to having to beg for things that it's kind of automatic. Someone actually being his friend, though? That's new.* Friendses, Precious? Don't believe it, my love. Want to believe it, Smeagol does. Don't be sssilly. Smeagol will be a good friend, yesss he will.