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

Behind them, two pale eyes opened again.

SneakyOne.

Gollum’s eyes narrowed. The sorrow vanished, replaced by something sharp and ancient. SneakyOne.Gollums-precious.1.var

“Oh, but you will be, hobbit. You will be. The SneakyOne always finds the Precious. And the Precious always eats the SneakyOne from the inside. We knows.” He tapped his chest. “We’s full of holes.”

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.

Frodo felt the Ring pulse. A hot, vile sympathy. He understands, the Ring seemed to purr. He’s like you. Lost. Alone. And as he vanished, his parting whisper coiled

“Sneaky… sneaky little hobbitses.”

Frodo didn’t know what “point var” meant. But he felt it in the Ring’s weight. A version number. A countdown. And somewhere in the dark, Gollum was laughing without sound.

Frodo’s blood turned to ice water. He didn’t move. A pale, starved shape uncurled from a hollow in the bank. Two wide, sickly-pale eyes floated in the dark like drowned moons. The sorrow vanished, replaced by something sharp and ancient

Frodo should have said no. He knew it. Every instinct from the Shire screamed trickery . But the Ring whispered otherwise. Use him. He’s broken. You can control the broken.

Sam stirred. “Mister Frodo? You all right?”

“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.”