A New Precious(Misfit Toys)
Dec 26, 2014 18:55:01 GMT -5
Post by Arrows on Dec 26, 2014 18:55:01 GMT -5
Smeagol
Smeagol was growing use to this sickening new place that was known as Panem. Even Golem now whispered things of blood to come. Yet they still had one desire, the ring. Their almighty Precious from which they had been wrongfully taken from. Golem constantly lashed at poor smeagol as he cried for forgiveness. All they wanted was power. Sweet sweet pomposterous power.
The guards with no faces here were despicably ruder than those of Middle Earth as well. Never wanting to play in their riddle games. Never letting them taste their trickish delightish blood that flowed through their hummy veins. Smeagol couldn't remember much without the sense of power from Precious it made him so upset. However, that was when he say it. The almighty talking hat. A brand new powerish precious!
With a gleeful scream he sprinted to the hat and put it on his head. Then he laughed wickedly while he said, "Fasionsih Magical Hat doth belong to me! My new Precious! OUR NEW PRECIOUS!"
The guards with no faces here were despicably ruder than those of Middle Earth as well. Never wanting to play in their riddle games. Never letting them taste their trickish delightish blood that flowed through their hummy veins. Smeagol couldn't remember much without the sense of power from Precious it made him so upset. However, that was when he say it. The almighty talking hat. A brand new powerish precious!
With a gleeful scream he sprinted to the hat and put it on his head. Then he laughed wickedly while he said, "Fasionsih Magical Hat doth belong to me! My new Precious! OUR NEW PRECIOUS!"
