The Creature Gollum

“Not fair! not fair!” he hissed. “It isn’t fair, my precious, is it, to ask us what it’s got in it’s nassty little pocketsess?”

The Hobbit: C4

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The creature Gollum once lived upon the banks of the Great River Anduin, near to the Gladden Fields and he was known simply as Sméagol. His people are thought to be related to the Stoors, one of three branches of hobbit-kind, that included the Harfoots and Fallohides. The latter two in time crossed the mountains and settled in the northwest corner of Middle-earth, followed eventually by the Stoors. They were river folk, who fished along the Anduin, used boats and were know to swim in its waters. Their line of decedent’s are said to live in Bree and Buckland.

It is believed that the family of Sméagol, who were ruled over by a great Matriarch was a remnant of the Stoors still living along the Great Rivers banks. In the year 2463 of the Third Age, during the time of the Watchful Peace when Sauron remained in the East, Sméagol and his close relative Déagol were fishing along the banks of the River. After being pulled overboard by a great fish, Déagol discovered the One Ring of Power along the muddy bottom. Upon seeing it, Sméagol fell instantly under it’s power and killed Déagol in order to covet it. His possession of the Ring began with a terrible act of murder and so it brought him nothing but grief. After throttling his own blood relative, he ever after made a gurgling and choking sound in his throat when he spoke, and so in time was given the name Gollum.

gollum4Shunned by his family, he fled into the Misty Mountains and there became a twisted thing in the darkness.

He wandered in loneliness, weeping a little for the hardness of the world, and he journeyed up the River, till he came to a stream that flowed down from the mountains, and he went that way. He caught fish in deep pools with invisible fingers and ate them raw. One day it was very hot, and as he was bending over a pool, he felt a burning on the back of his head, and a dazzling light from the water pained his wet eyes. He wondered at it, for he had almost forgotten about the Sun. Then for the last time he looked up and shook his fist at her.
But as he lowered his eyes, he saw far ahead the tops of the Misty Mountains, out of which the stream came. And he thought suddenly: “It would be cool and shady under those mountains. The Sun could not watch me there. The roots of those mountains, must be roots indeed; there must be great secrets buried there which have not yet been discovered since the beginning.”
‘So he journeyed by night up into the highlands, and he found a little cave out of which the dark stream ran; and he wormed his way like a maggot into the heart of the hills, and vanished out of all knowledge. The Ring went into the shadows with him, and even the maker, when his power had begun to grow again, could learn nothing of it.’

From The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring in the Chapter ‘Shadows of the Past’


In the blackness beneath the roots of the Mountains, Gollum had discovered a large cave that held a deep lake. In the darkness Gollum fed and brooded.

For it was long since he had worn it much, in the black darkness it was seldom needed. Certainly he had never ‘faded’. He is thin and tough still. But the Ring was eating  up his mind, and the torment had become almost unbearable.
All the “great secrets” under the mountain had turned out to be just empty night: there was nothing more to find out, nothing worth doing, only nasty furtive eating and resentful remembering.
He was all together wretched. He hated the dark, and he hated the light more: he hated everything, and the Ring most of all…
He hated it and he loved it, as he hated and loved himself.

From The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring in the Chapter ‘Shadows of the Past’


gollum5For 500 years the Ring lay hidden in his possession, until the coming of the most unlikely person. Bilbo Baggins of the Shire. After being separated from Gandalf and the dwarves in the Goblin tunnels, Bilbo wandered in the dark and by chance or fate he reached out and found the One Ring of Power.

When Bilbo opened his eyes, he wondered if he had;for it was just as dark as with them shut. No one was anywhere near him. Just imagine his fright! He could hear nothing, see nothing, and he could feel nothing except the stone of the floor.
Very slowly he got up and groped about on all fours, till he touched the wall of the tunnel; but neither up nor down it could he find anything: nothing at all, no sigh of goblins, no sign of dwarves. His head was swimming, and he was far from certain even of the direction they had been going in when when he had his fall. He guessed as well as he could, and crawled along for a good way, till suddenly his had met what felt like a tiny ring of cold metal lying on the floor of the tunnel. It was a turning point in his career, but he did not know it. He put the ring in his pocket almost without thinking; certainly it did not seem of any particular use at the moment.

From The Hobbit in the chapter ‘Riddles in the Dark’


After losing the Riddle Game to a question the did not seem fair, Gollum began to wonder exactly what the hobbit had in it’s pocket?

“No, not yet, precious!” Gollum answered. “We must search for it, it’s lost, gollum.”
“But you never guessed my last question, and you promised,” said Bilbo.
“Never guessed!” said Gollum. Then suddenly out of the gloom came a sharp hiss. “what has it got in it pocketses? Tell us that. It must tell first.” 

From The Hobbit in the chapter ‘Riddles in the Dark’


Deep within the mountain of fire, in the forge of Sammath Naur, at the very brink of the Cracks of Doom, Gollum once more regained the Ring.

“Precious, precious, precious!” Gollum cried. “My precious! O my precious!”
And with that, even as his eyes were lifted up to gloat on his prize, he stepped too far, toppled, wavered for a moment on the brink, and then with a shriek he fell. Out of the depths came his last wail Precious, and he was gone.
There was a roar and a great confusion of noise. Fires leaped up and licked the roof. The throbbing grew to a great tumult, and the Mountain shook!

From The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King in the chapter ‘Mount Doom’


“We wants it, we needs it. Must have the precious. They stole it from us. Sneaky little hobbitses. Wicked, tricksy, false! 



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