The last installment in the fan fiction's the Fellowship of the Ring and the Two Towers written by afallenstar.

Editor's note: I do not own the Lord of the Rings or it's characters. J.R.R. Tolkien is the creator and owner etc. I do own any characters if any that I make up for this story.

Smeagol's Tale

"Who could possibly enjoy more than a day of fishing like today?" Smeagol asked his best friend Deagol. They sat in a little boat in the middle of the river. They're wooden poles and string bent over into the pool. A breeze rustled through the trees and their hair. "I've got one!" Deagol cried suddenly. "I've got one!" "Bring it in bring it in!" Smeagol cheered. Deagol felt a tug on his line and was whisked into the murky water. The fish pulled him through the water like he was a rag doll. Smeagol looked over the edge of the boat anxious.

Deagol let go of his rod and fell to the bottom. From the corner of his eye he caught something shiny and pretty. Deagol's fist closed around it and he swam to the surface gasping for breath. He climbed back onto the shore lying flat on his back he examined the Ring. It was very beautiful. "Deagol!" Smeagol's cry woke him with a jolt. Deagol jumped up as though he had been caught doing something he shouldn't have. He didn't answer Smeagol's cry but continued to look at the Ring. It was precious to him.

"Deagol! There you are!" Smeagol cried. Deagol turned to look at him. "What's that my love." Smeagol asked seeing the Ring for the first time. "It's mine I found it." Deagol cried as Smeagol tried to take it from him. "But it's our birthday my love. And we wants it." "So? I've already given you a present." Deagol said. "But we wants it and we will have it!" Smeagol leapt upon Deagol. Deagol fell backwards onto the grass. "No it's mine!" Deagol cried. Smeagol grabbed Deagol's throat until Deagol could breath no more.

Smeagol was kicked out of his hobbit society. Smeagol wandered the earth biting and gnawing and his flesh changed. The Ring he kept that was his precious twisted his soul and he became Gollum. Smeagol was lost to him.

"Wake up hobbitses!" Smeagol cried. Sam woke up startled. He looked at Frodo who was staring blankly at ash and smoke from Mordor which was still away off. "Didn't you sleep Mr. Frodo?" Sam asked concerned. Frodo shook his head. "I've gone and slept too much." "Hobbitses we must leave!" Smeagol said urgently. "Not before Mr. Frodo's had a bite to eat." Sam growled. Smeagol shrugged and crept away. "Here Mr. Frodo you take some of that now." Sam said. "What about you?" Frodo asked him. "Oh I'm not hungry. Leastways not for Lembas bread." Frodo gave him a look. "Oh all right I've rationed it and there's just enough." Sam said. "Enough for what?" "The journey home." Sam said. "Come on silly's!" Smeagol said impatiently now.

Frodo and Sam got up. "What time is it? It must be evening by now." Frodo said. "No it's midday it's never light not in this place." Sam said. They walked for several more hours in silence before stopping to sleep again. Sam allowed himself a few hours of rest after he had seen Frodo falling asleep.

Smeagol stepped over to the river that they walked by and saw his reflection in it. "No!" "Sssh you musn't wake them." Gollum said angrily glaring at Smeagol. "They knows. They suspects us!" Smeagol cried. "What's it saying precious my love? Is Smeagol loosing it's nerve?" Gollum asked. "No! No! Never! Smeagol hates nasty hobbitses. Smeagol wants to see them dead!" "And we will. Smeagol did it once. Smeagol can do it again." Smeagol placed his hands around his neck. "It's ours ours!" Gollum cried. "We must get the precious." "Patience patience my love. We must lead them to the windy stairs." Gollum said. "Yes, yes. Up, up, up they go. Until we get to the Tunnel." Smeagol said. "And when they go in there's no going out. She's always hungry she always needs to feed. All she gets is filthy orcses!" Gollum said. "And they don't taste very nice does they precious?" Smeagol asked. "No they don't. She hungers for sweeter meats. Hobbit meats. She throws away the bones and then we finds it." "And take it for me!" Smeagol cried. "I mean for us! Take it for us! Once the hobbitses are dead!"

"You treacherous little beast!" Sam yelled charging at Smeagol/Gollum. Frodo woke up to watch Sam beating Smeagol with every inch his fist could reach. Frodo ran over to them and pulled Sam off of Smeagol. "But he's going to kill us I heard it from the wretch's mouth himself!" Sam cried. "Please Sam he is our guide we cannot loose him now." "If he stays he will kill us." Sam said angry. "No never hurt the master he lies!" Smeagol told Frodo. Sam swung his cooking pot back one more time. "Call me a liar good one coming from a liar! I don't care I can't do it Mr. Frodo. I'm not going to wait around for him to kill us. You don't see it do you? He's a villain." "We need our guide Sam. I need you on my side." "I am on your side." "Come Smeagol."

Sam helped Frodo prepare the bags with a heavy heart.