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“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.”

But Gollum only grinned—a row of yellow, broken teeth. “No. No, we’s not leaving. We’s been following. We saw you put it on at the Ferry. We saw the wraiths stop.” He rocked back and forth, wrapping his thin arms around his knees. “Master is very clever. But Gollum is cleverer. Gollum is the SneakyOne .”

“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.” SneakyOne.Gollums-precious.1.var

Gollum’s eyes narrowed. The sorrow vanished, replaced by something sharp and ancient.

“Swear,” Frodo said, his voice hollow. “Swear by the Precious.” “Oh, but you will be, hobbit

The creature didn’t attack. He crawled closer on hands and feet, his long fingers twitching and scraping over the stones. His head cocked, then snapped sideways at a grotesque angle.

Gollum reached out a trembling hand, palm up. Not to grab. To beg. And the Precious always eats the SneakyOne from the inside

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

Gollum’s face split into a grin so wide it looked like a wound.