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

“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.” SneakyOne.Gollums-precious.1.var

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. Sam stirred

And as he vanished, his parting whisper coiled around Frodo’s ears like smoke: precious?” Gollum hissed