GOLLUM ｜ Sméagol＊ Path of the Precious- Lord of the Rings⧸ Hobbit

Isildur, hurry! Follow me! Toss the lantern to the fire! Destroy it! No! Isildur! Sveigl! I'm going to run! Sveigl! No! I'm going to die! Who is that demon I love? Why? Because... It's my birthday and I want it. No! Yes! Villain! Villain! Nasty! Goblinses! Better than old bones, precious! Better than money! Stay back! I'm warning you! Don't come any closer! It's got an elfish blade, but it's not an elf's. Not an elf's nail. What is it, precious? What is it? My name is Bilbo Baggins. I'm a hobbit from the Shire. Stew it! Crush it! Crush it! We'll use it forever! Precious. Precious? It's been called that before, but not by you. What business is it of yours what I do with my own things? I think you've had that ring quite long enough. You want it for yourself! Bilbo Baggins! Do not take me for some conjurer of cheap tricks. I am not trying to rob you. I'm trying to help you. All right. We put it away. We keep it hidden. We never speak of it again. No one knows it's here, do they? Do they, Gandalf? There is one other who knew that Bilbo had the ring. I looked everywhere for the creature, Gollum, but the enemy found him first. I don't know how long they tortured him. Amidst the endless screams and inane babble, they discerned two words. Shire! Baggins! Shire? Baggins? I thought we'd leave them here. Take it, Gandalf! Take it! No, Frodo. You must take it! You cannot offer me this ring! I'm giving it to you! Don't! Catch me, Frodo! I dare not take it. You have only one choice. The ring must be destroyed. The ring was made in the fires of Mount Doom. Only there can it be unmade. It must be taken deep into Mordor and cast back into the fiery chasm from whence it came. One of you must do this. I will take it! You would, Gandalf? There's something down there. It's Gollum. He's been following us for three days. He escaped the dungeons of Barad-dûr. Escaped? Or was set loose? And now the ring has drawn him here. He will never be rid of his need for it. He hates and loves the ring, as he hates and loves himself. Smeagol's life is a sad story. Yes, Smeagol, he was once called. Before the ring found him. Before it drove him mad. They stole it from us. I curse them. We hate them. It's ours it is. And we want it. This is Sting. You've seen it before, haven't you? Go, release him, or I'll cut your throat. You know the way to Mordor? Yes. You've been there before. Yes. You will lead us to the Black Gate. What is that? We can't get past that. There's another way. A secret, a dark one. Why haven't you spoken to this before? Because Master did not ask. He's up to something. Are you saying there's another way into Mordor? Yes. There's a path, and you stay. Wicked men, servants of Sauron. They are called Mordor. The one who's gathering all armies to him. It won't be long now. He will soon be ready. Ready to do what? To make his war the last war that will cover all the world in shadow. Monster. The Ring of Power within my grasp. Stop it! Leave him alone! Don't you understand? He's got to destroy it! That's where we're going. Into Mordor. To the Mountain of Fire. Osgiliath is under attack. We call for reinforcements. Please. It's such a burden. Will you not help him? If you let them go, your life will be forfeit. Then it is forfeit. Release them. This is the old sewer. Runs right under the river through to the edge of the city. You'll find cover in the woods there. What road will you take when you reach the woods? Gollum says there's a path near Minas Morgul that climbs up into the mountains. She could do it. Yes, precious, she could. And then we takes it once they're dead. Once they're dead. Come on, Hobbits. Long ways to go yet. Smeagol will show you the way. Follow me. The Dead City. Very nasty place. Full of enemies. We must climb. It's gone. The elven bread. What? That's all we have left. What's this? Crumbs on his jacket. He took it. I've seen him. He's always stuffing his face when the master's not working. That's a filthy lie. He's making two faces at me. Sam. Stop it. Sam. It's you. I'm sorry, Sam. But he's a liar. He's poisoned you against me. You can't help me anymore. You don't mean that. Go home. Master must go inside the tunnel. Now that I'm here, I don't think I want to. It's the only way. Go in or go back. I can't go back. Hurry. This way. Sméagol. Hurry. Wait a minute, precious. Not this time. Mr. Frodo. Sam, why did you fall? The scum will be awake in a couple of hours. Then you'll wish you'd never been born. Squealing, you tongue-hilled rat. I'll bleed you like a stuck pig. Not if I stick you first. Sam! Clever hobbits. You can't get us all wrong. You mustn't go that way. You mustn't hurt the precious. You swore. You swore on the precious. Sméagol promised. Sméagol lied. No!