Esmeralda West moves into the Shire with her uncle, a few houses down from the Bagginses. As years pass, young Frodo tries to break her out of her shell. Then, Gandalf the Grey tells him about the One Ring. Esmeralda joins the quest with her friend...
Two Hobbits are sitting in a boat, fishing in the lake.
"Oh, Smeagol I've got one!" One says. "I've got a fish, Smeagol!"
"Pull it in!" Smeagol says. "Go on, go on, go on, pull it in!"
"Arrghh!" The other Hobbit is pulled into the water.
"Deagol!"
Deagol gets pulled along the bottom of the river by a fish on his hook. He lets go of the rod, and spots something shiny buried in the dirt, and grabs it. He crawls up onto the grassy bank spluttering and coughing. When he recovers, he opens his hand and stares at the shiny ring, which lies there covered in mud. He fingers the ring, mesmerized by it.
"Deagol!" Smeagol yells, running up to him, laughing. "Deagol!"
Smeagol spots the ring in Deagol's hand, and his happy expression changes, as he also becomes mesmerized by it.
"Give us that, Deagol my love." Smeagol whispers.
Deagol turns around and looks at him.
"Why?"
"Because... it's my birthday, and I wants it."
Suddenly, Smeagol grabs for the Ring, but Deagol snatches it away. They look closely at each other as Smeagol smiles, but tries to snatch the Ring again. They circle with faces close to each other, as Deagol holds the Ring behind him. Smeagol tries to snatch it and pry it from his fingers. He pushes Smeagol on the chin, forcing him away. Smeagol retaliates and bites Deagol on the wrist. Deagol turns and runs away, as Smeagol jumps onto his back, making him fall over and drop the Ring. They both scrabble for the fallen Ring, but Deagol manages to get hold of it. He turns around and attacks Smeagol, grabbing him by the throat with one hand. Smeagol struggles but manages to push him off, grabbing Deagol with both hands by the throat. Smeagol forces him to the ground, and holds him tightly by the throat. After a few long moments of strangling him, Deagol dies.
Smeagol reaches over and takes the Ring from his hand. He holds it in his own hands, admiring its beauty.
"My precious."
"They cursed us. 'Murderer' they called us. They cursed us and drove us away. And we wept precious. We wept to be so alone. And we forgot the taste of bread, the sound of trees and the softness of the wind. We even forgot our own name."
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