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But Gollum only grinned—a row of yellow, broken teeth. “No. No, we’s not leaving. We’s been following. We saw you put it on at the Ferry. We saw the wraiths stop.” He rocked back and forth, wrapping his thin arms around his knees. “Master is very clever. But Gollum is cleverer. Gollum is the SneakyOne .”

Waiting.

Gollum reached out a trembling hand, palm up. Not to grab. To beg. SneakyOne.Gollums-precious.1.var

Behind them, two pale eyes opened again.

And in that moment of hesitation, Frodo understood the true horror of his burden. Not the dark lords or the armies—but this. Becoming someone who would bargain with a starved, mad creature because the Ring made you believe you were the clever one. But Gollum only grinned—a row of yellow, broken teeth

“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.”

SneakyOne.

And as he vanished, his parting whisper coiled around Frodo’s ears like smoke: