They have noted, too, that Gollum is not wholly evil, and that he has a part to play in the will of Eru Iluvatar, the omnipotent god of Middle-earth, necessary to the destruction of the Ring. Gollum finally seized the Ring from Frodo Baggins at the Cracks of Doom in Mount Doom in Mordor, but he fell into the fires of the volcano, where both he and the Ring were destroyed.Ĭommentators have described Gollum as a psychological shadow figure for Frodo and as an evil guide in contrast to the wizard Gandalf, the good guide. Bilbo Baggins found the Ring and took it for his own, and Gollum afterwards pursued it for the rest of his life. Centuries of the Ring's influence twisted Gollum's body and mind, and, by the time of the novels, he "loved and hated, as he loved and hated himself." Throughout the story, Gollum was torn between his lust for the Ring and his desire to be free of it. Gollum referred to the Ring as "my precious" or "precious", and it extended his life far beyond natural limits. Sméagol obtained the Ring by murdering his relative Déagol, who found it in the River Anduin. In The Lord of the Rings it is stated that he was originally known as Sméagol, corrupted by the One Ring, and later named Gollum after his habit of making "a horrible swallowing noise in his throat". Gollum was a Stoor Hobbit of the River-folk who lived near the Gladden Fields. He was introduced in the 1937 fantasy novel The Hobbit, and became important in its sequel, The Lord of the Rings. Come, Smeagol.Gollum is a fictional character in J. Frodo! I won't wait around for him to kill us! You miserable little maggot! I'll stove your head in! He's a horrid, fat Hobbit, who hates Sméagol, and who makes up nasty lies! I heard it from his own mouth! He means to murder us! I didn't mean it to go so far I was just so, so angry. You're a lying rat! What did you do with it? And they say sneak! Sneak? Very nice, friend. Smeagol shows them secret way that nobody else could find. Sneaking? Sneaking? Fat Hobbit is always so polite. We soon forgot the taste of bread, the sound of wind in the trees. They cursed us, and drove us away.Īnd we wept precious.
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