Smeagol's Journey

I was a boy once.

I was a boy with a dream and a future and life,

So much life,

Such a precious thing is life, so precious.

Then it came to me, gold, glinting,

Half hidden in eddies in the water.

My dream of being a bard came to an end;

I did not know it then.

I put it on and saw — everything,

I saw nothing and no one saw me

No one but him and he...

He made me his

Now I wander this bleak black land.

Orcs tease me, Nazgul mock me.

Will you come to my swamp?

Will you try on my precious One?