What's Lost Is Found [Frodo]

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SMEAGOL

Fingers and toes scraped the cold stones as a light snow continuously fell upon the mountainside. Comically large blue eyes scanned everything. Every tree, every rock, every snow covered cavern entrance. Grey skin seemed to blend with the mountainside almost too perfection, if he would have stopped scampering for but a moment you would never know he was there, but alas, such were the ways of the tiny creature. Mumbling incoherencies he scaled the mountain with ease, bony fingers digging into the snow and pulling it free as his legs and arms propelled his body like a well oiled machine up the side of the mountain.

"Filthy mountainses! No nasty orcses though in this one! Precious dosen't like the nasty orcses! Their meats aren't so sweets! Not like the fishes! Precious loves the fishes!" One of his feet slipped and he dangled, suspended by the strength in one arm. He growled at the stones, his eyes narrowing into fierce slits as he glared. He hated the stones he did! Mocked him! Teased him! He grumbled to himself swinging back and continuing his journey up the hillside. he pulled his body up onto a small ledge, eyes twisting and looking around animatedlym before something seemed to dawn on him and big blue eyes flooded with tears.

"No! No! No! We lost her! We lost Precious! We lost the master! Smeagol is lost! Lost! Lost!" he wailed into the air, collapsing down on his knees as he slumped in the snow, burying his face in his hands as he cried. His pupils diaated and his head snapped to the left. "No! No! Not lost! Filthy bagginses! They stole her! Thiefes! Thiefes! Took the precious! Stolen! Thi-" He silenced himself as the sound of a twig cracking arose from above him. Was it another nasty troll? This place didn't have hobbitses, Gollum knew, Smeagol had looked. Master was gone. So what the branches go crunchses?

Slowly, silently, cautiously, he climbed the stones, his bare limbs making no noise as he rose the ten feet above. His fingers coiled around the edge of the mountain, gleaming blue eyes peering at who walked the trail. A short figure in a ragid cloak and unruly hair made malicious eyes widen. A heartbeat, perhaps two, and the creature made all sorts of racket as he scrambled to pull his body up in his excitement, bounding towards the hobbit with all the exuberance in the world.

"Master! Master! It founds us! Smeagol isnt lost!" He leapt upon the familiar figure, arms winding around his neck and legs scrambling to find purchase on the rest of him. Master would not be escaping him again.

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FRODO

Frodo, lost and wandering, was trying to make his way to somewhere that he could find direction. Wherever was he now? He had lost Sam, and all the others of the Fellowship, and woken up in a place that he was utterly unfamiliar with. It did not look like anywhere he'd yet been in Middle Earth, but then again, hobbits rarely went out of their villages to explore and he had not been everywhere in Middle Earth yet. Perhaps this was just some other realm that he had not yet been introduced to yet. And how would he have moved locations anyhow? Gandalf's magic?

Now, Frodo found himself in the mountains, with nought but a short supply of Lembas bread and scarce water. He needed to find more food, more sustanence, to go on, but he also had to know where he was so that he could know what dangers faced him. If Sauron was close enough to watch, if he was somewhere in or near Mordor.... He shook his head and felt a little chilled by the thought. It was scary, really. He grasped the ring that hung off a chain about his neck, that precious thing that was worth so much more than anyone seemed to know. Already, its presence for so long made his skittish, anxious. It was a powerful thing, it was. He dismissed the frightening thought then and returned it to hide beneath his gray-green elven cloak and his shirt. He needed to keep on for now.

He looked around. No one. Nothing. Just a dumb mountain that would not speak and was apparently barren of any and all inhabitants. What was this place? As Frodo was about to pull out a piece of Lembas, he heard a scuffling in the rocks. Oh. Perhaps he was not as alone as he'd once believed.

He looked around, worried. "Hello?" Frodo said nervously. But it was very suddenly and soon after that Frodo was bombarded by a familiar voice and a little body that he recognized. But he was paralyzed for a moment by shock, his mind spinning this way and that, wondering: did this mean he was still in Middle Earth? where was Sam? why had Gollum left him? did he have enough Lembas for two? It was all this that created havoc in his head, all the while with the old, degraded thing before him. Frodo tried and failed to pry him off. "Yes, yes. Hello Gollum! Where have you been gone to? You know I don't like you to wander off." He finally got Gollum off of him and brushed himself off. Hobbits needed to be neat.

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SMEAGOL

The tiny creature had been trapped upon this world for too many seasons, too many things he wasn't used too, too many differences from Middle Earth! It was too scattered for the broken creature, too different, he didn't fair well. He adapted, but he didn't fair well, he was a touch thinner than he already was and new scars criss-crossed against gray flesh. He was lonely, without the precious and with the masters... Smeagol had truly been alone, not even Gollum plagued him as often, it was no surprise that his reaction would be so exuberant once he had lain eyes on his old companion. He hadn't meant to startle master, no Smeagol would never! Smeagol was good! Smeagol was just so excited! He scrambled all over the hobbitses, finger flying over his clothes with no regard for distance or for personal space, but as always Frodo pried him off andd Smeagol eventually released him, bouncing around animatedly and circling him at a fast and erratic pace.

Frodo spoke and Smeagol giggled happily at the sound of Masters voice. It had been so long! He bobbed forward, crawling a jutted out rock so he would be more at eye level, master was asking Smeagol a question. Smeagol needed to pay attention. Once asked, Smeagols eyes blew wide and then he frowned, his jaw fell open to speak again and then shut. He obviously was trying to piece together where this was. He remembered he had been told... but he couldn't remember what they had said. But master needed Smeagol! So Smeagol pushed himself harder, digging his fingers into his skull and crouching low, spine pressing against his flesh as he struggled with himself. "Think...think!" It took but a moment more for Smeagol to jump back up excitedly.

"Smeagol went to fetch fishes for Master! Master likes fishes, the grey ones with slippery scales the ones that Smeagol catches never fails! The water! Nasty, foul, ugly waters! They dragged Smeagol down!" He paused here, hands rising into the air to make great swirling motions. "Purple swirlses! They were everywhere! Dragging Smeagol away! Smeagol landed in horse poop, never found the way back to master until now!" He explained to the best of his ability, he had met many interesting characters but had never stopped looking for his hobbitses. "Woman said this was...um... er.. think! Thinkses! Aledon! Aledon! She says this is Aledonses!" He frowned and looked away, scratching his balding head. "I dont know what an Aledonses is..."

He got over his confusion just as quickly, suddenly springing forward and catching Frodo round the waist. "Masters back! We knew master wouldn't abandon us!"

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FRODO

Frodo had been caught wondering how he was supposed to make his way to Mordor now, unsure of what world he was in or how to navigate it. The thing was, the One Ring still hung on the chain around his neck, and he did not particularly care to carry it any longer than he had to for to destroy it. And Sam wasn't here, or anyone else he knew, until he'd happened upon Gollum. He had been wondering where and when he could next fill his water pouch, or eat. With the supply of Lembas so quickly deteriorating, Frodo was getting worried. But now, at least one or two of his listless numbering problems were resolved. He had at least companionship and someone that knew how to catch fish. And fish were better than starving.

For a hobbit, it was awfully hard to go without meals ten times a day. Really, he should probably be used to it by now, because he'd been long on a journey, but he'd been generally well-fed, especially with Gandalf around. Now there was no Gandalf. No dwarves. No elves. No hobbits. No men. Just him. And Gollum, of course. But Middle Earth was even gone, apparently. This was quite the predicament to find oneself in when times were rough already.

He watched with tired but intrigued eyes as Sméagol tried to think. This was the Sméagol side of the creature, he thought, trying to remember which was which. It seemed to hurt the poor thing to think. But when he had the answer, oh did he jump! It startled poor Frodo, who was not expecting it, and he jumped a bit himself. But he then got his answer. "Fish, you say?" He laughed a little. That was right. Sméagol didn't like Lembas. But the next words confounded Frodo. Purple swirls? What? "I don't understand what you're talking about, Sméagol! What purple swirls?" He eyed him with curiosity. He had simply woken up here, with Sam nowhere to be found. "Aledon, eh?" He thought.

The creature hugged him and Frodo guessed that it was just as well that he did. At least there was company now, and he did not have to wander alone. And Sméagol was not so completely useless. He was like having two companions in one, anyway. "No, of course not. I did not mean to. If I did, I mean."

[Smeagol]

Sméagol was a simple minded creature, often distracted by the mental disorder that had slowly grown worse and worse as the years had dragged by. Sméagol loved the master, was his friendses, but Gollum! The nasty foul dirty thievses tried to kill him! His and the other fat hobitses... Sméagol did not like the other hobitses as much as he liked the Master, but Master had made it clear that the nasty fat hobbitses was not to be harmed and for the most part, Sméagol had obeyed. Of course... than he had been dragged here and had practically gone insane attempting to find the Master... and then anything that was even remotely familiar, to no avail.

He had spent most of his time, up in the mountains and away from the towns, too many people, too many magics... they made him uncomfortable, uneasy, the mountains reminded him of his own caves with the little fishes that was juicy sweets! Sméagol giggled to himself rocking back and forth on his heels as he remembered the poor unsuspecting blind fishes! They never saw it coming! They tasted better than the nasty orcses... Precious doesn't like the orcses. Touch and fat they are!

" Yes! Yes! Fishes! Juicy sweet! Would master like the fishes? Sméagol will catch some for Master!" He babbled excitedly, bounding up a rock and then back down to the grass, spinning in circles and scrambling up the mountainside. Big blue eyes staring at him with excitement. He frowned though as Master mentioned the purple swirls his eyes darting this way and that. "Like...errr...magicses! A spell! It sucks you in!" Sméagol babbled attempting to explain what had happened to him and not truly succeeding. "Aledon! Aledon! Yes..."

Frodo did not struggle as Sméagol caught him a second time, seemingly realizing it was a futile move and that Sméagol would do as he pleased, when he pleased. "We didn't blame the Master, knew Master would never send Sméagol away." The small creature growled lightly and Sméagol released Frodo just as fast as he had caught him, eyes turning to the skies. Head cocking this way and then that, until finally he scowled at the sky.

"Going to rain Master Bagginses. Sméagol found a cave, not far from here. Come on! Come on!" Sméagol coiled one hand around Frodo's wrist and began dragging him down the mountain. "Hates the rainses we do... why we live in caves."