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[March 7] [The Hobbit] Decision
Title: Decision
Day/Theme: March 7: Hate blows a bubble of despair
Series: The Hobbit
Character: Gollum
Rating: G
His precious wasn't there anymore, but he hadn't forgotten about it. At all.
The memory of that dirty thief Baggins burned on him. He dwelled on his undying hate for him day and night. He took comfort on it every time the idea of being left without his precious hurt too much. This happened very often, until it became his usual state of mind. And so he wandered and wandered in the darkness eating only when he was too hungry, laying down to sleep whenever he was too tired to continue.
That's how he finally could make it.
So consumed was by the idea of his hate, he found out only when he was aware of feeling again the forgotten night breeze.
He had left the caves. The only home he could remember having.
In that precise moment, he was torn. He could go back. Ignore the horridly unknown world for ever. Not care about the dangers.
But his precious wasn't there. It had been stolen. The anger overcome him again, stronger and stronger than had ever been. And wait, his precious was in fact somewhere ahead of him. He went after its calling, and never bothered to look back.
Day/Theme: March 7: Hate blows a bubble of despair
Series: The Hobbit
Character: Gollum
Rating: G
His precious wasn't there anymore, but he hadn't forgotten about it. At all.
The memory of that dirty thief Baggins burned on him. He dwelled on his undying hate for him day and night. He took comfort on it every time the idea of being left without his precious hurt too much. This happened very often, until it became his usual state of mind. And so he wandered and wandered in the darkness eating only when he was too hungry, laying down to sleep whenever he was too tired to continue.
That's how he finally could make it.
So consumed was by the idea of his hate, he found out only when he was aware of feeling again the forgotten night breeze.
He had left the caves. The only home he could remember having.
In that precise moment, he was torn. He could go back. Ignore the horridly unknown world for ever. Not care about the dangers.
But his precious wasn't there. It had been stolen. The anger overcome him again, stronger and stronger than had ever been. And wait, his precious was in fact somewhere ahead of him. He went after its calling, and never bothered to look back.