He had a little boat, and he rowed about quite quietly on the lake for lake it was, wide and deep and deadly cold. He was Gollum - as dark as darkness, except for two big round pale eyes in his thin face. Where he came from, nor who or what he was. “Deep down here by the dark water lived old For a fleeting moment, could one of the sleepers have seen him, they would have thought that they beheld an old weary hobbit, shrunken by the years that had carried him far beyond his time, beyond friends and kin, and the fields and streams of youth, an old starved pitiable thing.” Then he came back, and slowly putting out a trembling hand, very cautiously he touched Frodo's knee-but almost the touch was a caress. A spasm of pain seemed to twist him, and he turned away, peering back up towards the pass, shaking his head, as if engaged in some interior debate. The gleam faded from his eyes, and they went dim and grey, old and tired. A strange expression passed over his lean hungry face. In his lap lay Frodo's head, drowned in sleep upon his white forehead lay one of Sam's brown hands, and the other lay softly upon his master's breast. Sam sat propped against the stone, his head dropping sideways and his breathing heavy. “And so Gollum found them hours later, when he returned, crawling and creeping down the path out of the gloom ahead. "He was given that name by kind Master Samwise, the hobbit that knows so much.” "Smeagol has to take what's given to him," answered Gollum. "It's unwise, whether they are true or false." "Don't take names to yourself, Smeagol," Frodo said. "No food, no rest, nothing for Smeagol," said Gollum. "Sneaking," said Gollum, and the green glint did not leave his eyes. Frodo, he's that tired, I asked him to have a wink and well, that's how it is. And I shouldn't have been sleeping, and that made me sharp. "I'm sorry, but you startled me out of my sleep. Sam felt a little remorseful, but not yet trustful. Very nice friends, O yes my precious, very nice." Tired he is, thirsty he is, yes thirsty and he guides them and he searches for paths, and they saw sneak, sneak. “Hobbits always so polite, yes! O nice hobbits! Smeagol brings them up secret ways that nobody else could find.
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