Torn in Two

Where is the separation of hate and love?
Where does the one end and the other begin?
The love of him would make me a mortal enemy.
The sight of him dead on the stone
Would bid me kill another in vengeance.
But what good would it do?
'Twould not please him, I think.
What did he say to that thing?
"I do pity him!" That was odd.
What would he say if he knew!
And yet, I think he would not have me kill the creature.
I hate the memory of Gollum.
Yet Mr. Frodo's memory bids me love.