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“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.”

“Swear,” Frodo said, his voice hollow. “Swear by the Precious.” SneakyOne.Gollums-precious.1.var

“It burns us, doesn’t it, precious?” Gollum hissed, staring not at Frodo’s face, but at his clenched fist. “Yes. It whispers. Always whispering.” “We swears,” he breathed, crawling backward into the

Frodo looked down at his empty left hand—where Gollum’s fingertip had brushed his skin—and saw a single, fading scale of cold. ” he breathed