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“It burns us, doesn’t it, precious?” Gollum hissed, staring not at Frodo’s face, but at his clenched fist. “Yes. It whispers. Always whispering.”

Gollum’s eyes narrowed. The sorrow vanished, replaced by something sharp and ancient. SneakyOne.Gollums-precious.1.var

“We had it once, precious. Yes. It was our birthday present. All our own. My… precious .” His voice cracked into a raw, grieving whisper. “But then It left. It jumped away. And we’s been cold ever since.” “It burns us, doesn’t it, precious

Sam stirred. “Mister Frodo? You all right?” Always whispering

The creature didn’t attack. He crawled closer on hands and feet, his long fingers twitching and scraping over the stones. His head cocked, then snapped sideways at a grotesque angle.

Behind them, two pale eyes opened again.

The way he said it— SneakyOne —was not a name. It was a title. A sacred thing.