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“No,” Frodo whispered, more to himself than to Gollum. “I’m not like you.”

“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.” SneakyOne.Gollums-precious.1.var

“We swears,” he breathed, crawling backward into the shadows until only his eyes remained. “We swears on… our Precious. The one that’s still yours. For now.” “No,” Frodo whispered, more to himself than to Gollum

Frodo felt the Ring pulse. A hot, vile sympathy. He understands, the Ring seemed to purr. He’s like you. Lost. Alone. It whispers

“Oh, but you will be, hobbit. You will be. The SneakyOne always finds the Precious. And the Precious always eats the SneakyOne from the inside. We knows.” He tapped his chest. “We’s full of holes.”

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.