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"
My
birthday-present
!
"
he
whispered
to
himself
,
as
he
had
often
done
in
the
endless
dark
days
.
"
That
's
what
we
wants
now
,
yes
;
we
wants
it
!
"
He
wanted
it
because
it
was
a
ring
of
power
,
and
if
you
slipped
that
ring
on
your
finger
,
you
were
invisible
;
only
in
the
full
sunlight
could
you
be
seen
,
and
then
only
by
your
shadow
,
and
that
would
be
shaky
and
faint
.
"
My
birthday-present
!
It
came
to
me
on
my
birthday
,
my
precious
,
"
So
he
had
always
said
to
himself
.
But
who
knows
how
Gollum
came
by
that
present
,
ages
ago
in
the
old
days
when
such
rings
were
still
at
large
in
the
world
?
Perhaps
even
the
Master
who
ruled
them
could
not
have
said
.
Gollum
used
to
wear
it
at
first
,
till
it
tired
him
;
and
then
he
kept
it
in
a
pouch
next
his
skin
,
till
it
galled
him
;
and
now
usually
he
hid
it
in
a
hole
in
the
rock
on
his
island
,
and
was
always
going
back
to
look
at
it
.
And
still
sometimes
he
put
it
on
,
when
he
could
not
bear
to
be
parted
from
it
any
longer
,
or
when
he
was
very
,
very
,
hungry
,
and
tired
of
fish
.
Then
he
would
creep
along
dark
passages
looking
for
stray
goblins
.
He
might
even
venture
into
places
where
the
torches
were
lit
and
made
his
eyes
blink
and
smart
;
for
he
would
be
safe
.
Oh
yes
,
quite
safe
.
No
one
would
see
him
,
no
one
would
notice
him
,
till
he
had
his
fingers
on
their
throat
.
Only
a
few
hours
ago
he
had
worn
it
,
and
caught
a
small
goblin-imp
.
How
it
squeaked
!
He
still
had
a
bone
or
two
left
to
gnaw
,
but
he
wanted
something
softer
.
"
Quite
safe
,
yes
,
"
he
whispered
to
himself
.
"
It
wo
n't
see
us
,
will
it
,
my
precious
?
No
.
It
wo
n't
see
us
,
and
its
nassty
little
sword
will
be
useless
,
yes
quite
.
"
That
is
what
was
in
his
wicked
little
mind
,
as
he
slipped
suddenly
from
Bilbo
's
side
,
and
flapped
back
to
his
boat
,
and
went
off
into
the
dark
.
Bilbo
thought
he
had
heard
the
last
of
him
.
Still
he
waited
a
while
;
for
he
had
no
idea
how
to
find
his
way
out
alone
.
Suddenly
he
heard
a
screech
.
It
sent
a
shiver
down
his
back
.
Gollum
was
cursing
and
wailing
away
in
the
gloom
,
not
very
far
off
by
the
sound
of
it
.
He
was
on
his
island
,
scrabbling
here
and
there
,
searching
and
seeking
in
vain
.
"
Where
is
it
?
Where
iss
it
?
"
Bilbo
heard
him
crying
.
"
Losst
it
is
,
my
precious
,
lost
,
lost
!
Curse
us
and
crush
us
,
my
precious
is
lost
!
"
"
What
's
the
matter
?
"
Bilbo
called
.
"
What
have
you
lost
?
"
"
It
must
n't
ask
us
,
"
shrieked
Gollum
.
"
Not
its
business
,
no
,
gollum
!
It
's
losst
,
gollum
,
gollum
,
gollum
.
"
"
Well
,
so
am
I
,
"
cried
Bilbo
,
"
and
I
want
to
get
unlost
.
And
I
won
the
game
,
and
you
promised
.
So
come
along
!
Come
and
let
me
out
,
and
then
go
on
with
your
looking
!
"
Utterly
miserable
as
Gollum
sounded
,
Bilbo
could
not
find
much
pity
in
his
heart
,
and
he
had
a
feeling
that
anything
Gollum
wanted
so
much
could
hardly
be
something
good
.
"
Come
along
!
"
he
shouted
.
"
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
its
pocketses
?
Tell
us
that
.
It
must
tell
first
.
"
As
far
as
Bilbo
knew
,
there
was
no
particular
reason
why
he
should
not
tell
.
Gollum
's
mind
had
jumped
to
a
guess
quicker
than
his
;
naturally
,
for
Gollum
had
brooded
for
ages
on
this
one
thing
,
and
he
was
always
afraid
of
its
being
stolen
.
But
Bilbo
was
annoyed
at
the
delay
.
After
all
,
he
had
won
the
game
,
pretty
fairly
,
at
a
horrible
risk
.
"
Answers
were
to
be
guessed
not
given
,
"
he
said
.
