Lights in the Dark (-open-)

[gollum]

He clutched his face in his bony hands, rocking back and forth on the bank of the still water, only disturbed by the occasional flick of a fish’s tail. Mutters, muffled by the surface of his pale hands, traveled senselessly from the creature’s mouth as each rock on his hunches threatened to hurtle him into either sanity or insanity. For the moment, sanity won over and the pale creature slowly lowered his bony hands from his face. He blinked, his large blue eyes scanning the cave.

The flick of a fish tail caught his attention and his eyes caught on that spot, studying it as the water rippled announcing the unsuspecting fish – Smeagol’s prey. His head cocked, his unblinking eyes staring into the water, his muscles coiling beneath his skin. “Arrh!” cried out Smeagol as he pushed himself off the bank, crashing into the water and grabbing for the fish, his hands striking the water over and over.

Smeagol’s eyes shone with triumph, as he pulled the fish from the water. He growled with it jumped from his hands, the slippery scales not catching in Smeagol’s wet palms. “Ahh!” frowned the gangly creature as the fish tried to get away. His bony hands clenched onto its tail and he slammed its head down onto a rock. “The rock and pool is nice and cool,” the pale creature began to sing, as he swayed, smacking the fish down onto the rocks again. “Our only wish,” another half-hearted smack, “is to catch a fish,” he smacked it harder but still it trashed slightly in his iron hold, “so juicy sweet!” When it still struggled, he did it again and again, the dull thud echoing throughout the cavern. “Soo juicy sweeeeett!!” Smeagol sang, feeling light-hearted and in a perfect mood.

Finally that danged fish stopped its struggling, but Smeagol gave its head once last smack to the rocks to make sure it was really dead. He crawled from the water, his lopsided teeth puncturing the scaly skin of the trout. Dripping wet, he hopped over to a large rock, settling down onto it and pulling the fish from his mouth, letting a chuck of flesh melt into his mouth, savoring the juicy insides of the dead water animal.

He ripped viciously into it, all savoring gone, chewing nosily, and causing blood to leak from the corner of his mouth and down his chin. He either didn’t notice or didn’t care as he continued to devour the raw fish. He tore off the head, crunching down into the fish’s thin skull and eating it whole. The head and skull he didn’t mind eating, the ribcage however was a different story. Smeagol didn’t enjoy getting continuously poked in the mouth by the sharp rib bones and stuck to tearing the meat from the bones.

Upon finishing his lunch, or perhaps it was his second breakfast – he couldn’t be sure, Smeagol threw the remnants of the trout over his shoulder carelessly, not even hearing the snap of the bones on the stone ground. He jumped down from the rock, landing on all fours and proceeding to wander back towards the water edge, lying in wait for his next unfortunate victim.

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[banaili]

ooc: So, I wrote this post as a strange sort of combination of both The Hobbit film and book. I figured if we combined a few elements, it will give us more to work with. So like in the movie, a Goblin is tumbling down into the darkness with Bilbo. (He's all yours, dear Gollum! ) However, like in the book, the reason why Bilbo fell is because they were trying to escape from the Goblins as a group, rather than him falling in while alone. I figured it's better to stick more closely to the book, even though I've become rather fond of the film version! (Gollum is so adorable in the film!) Anyway, here goes! ^_^v

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Things had happened too quickly.

It had been difficult at first, trying to flee the goblins with his hands tied the way they had been. Thank the heavens Gandalf had happened across them and saved them when he had, or they might not even be alive. But he had freed them, and told them to run, and so they had. The Goblins had been fast, however, and even though they were moving as quickly as they could to get away, Bilbo was still falling behind.

He was with Dori, in the back of the pack, the sound of Goblin cries and rapidly pattering feet not too far behind them. Gandalf, as usual, was leading the way, his staff lit up like a beacon to guide them in the darkness. Ahead of him, all the dwarves were running with their weapons ready, in case they were forced to turn and fight. Bilbo hadn't taken Sting out, however. It hadn't occurred to him to do so right away, as it apparently had to his dwarf companions, and he couldn't stop now to get it even if he wanted to. He didn't want a reason to use it, besides.

No, he'd just focus on running as fast as he could to get out of this mess, as quickly as possible.

And that was when something jumped onto his back, digging it's claws into his sides and snapping at his neck. Bilbo cried out, both in pain and shock. One of the Goblins had caught up to them--a tiny one, it seemed--but strong. He hadn't even heard it amongst the terrifying war cries of its kin, gaining on him and his companions now.

But the extra weight on his back was more than he had been prepared for. In a moment of cold realization, Bilbo lost his footing, and suddenly felt himself tumbling off of the narrow stone bridge they had been crossing. The Goblin was torn away from him in the fall, surely as shocked as he was. He had one last glimmer of Gandalf's light now some ways above him as he fell--the shadows of his companions magnified on the cavern walls--before he collided with a large rock, blacked out, and continued his painful descent unawares.

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It was some time later before Bilbo awoke again. To...utter blackness. It was so dark, in fact, he almost wondered if he had even opened his eyes. He gave himself a moment, trying to remember what had happened. One moment they had been escaping from Goblins, the next he'd found himself in a deep, pitch-dark, unsettling quiet.

Except for a very ragged breathing. His own? He listened carefully.

No. It was coming from nearby. Still in its sheath, Bilbo could just make out the glow of Sting, signalling that a filthy Goblin or two were still nearby. Perhaps it was the one that had jumped him during their escape. They must have had quite a fall together, Bilbo thought to himself, although he could only remember the first part of it. His whole body ached, as though he'd hit a fair few more rocks before he'd finally landed.

Hoping for even a small view of what was in front of him, Bilbo reached shakily for his sword, pulling it out with some difficulty. He held it aloft, attempting to see where the Goblin had landed.

He could barely make out the lumpy form of the mini-Goblin, and only by straining his eyes against the darkness. The creature lay a few feet away from him, a rock about the same size as Bilbo separating them from each other. The Goblin was looking somewhat beat-up after the fall it had taken. It's breathing was labored enough that Bilbo wondered if perhaps the creature was already dying.

He wondered, too, how he was still alive after his fall. In fact, he'd been sure he was going to die.

And you're not out of danger yet, Bilbo Baggins, he reminded himself, despairingly.

Whatever he was laying on now, he realized, felt a little softer than rock. Some sort of underground flora? He looked down at it, thinking it resembled some sort of strange, large cavern mushrooms. At least it had cushioned his fall into...wherever he was now. Far away from his company yet again.

Suddenly, from a fair distance away, there was a guttural, cat-like breathing. It didn't sound like another Goblin. But whatever it was, it also didn't sound like a friend either. Certainly not one of the dwarves, anyway, Bilbo worried to himself, fighting to see further against the impenetrable darkness of wherever he had wound up.

Then suddenly, he panicked.

Without considering why, he quickly put his sword back away, hiding its light as best as he could, and pressing himself back down against the underground flora. He tried his best to steady his own ragged breathing. Whatever it was that was coming, he didn't want it to know he was here.

[gollum]

When the thud echoed throughout the cave, Smeagol was tearing into another fish after beating its head several times against the rock bed beneath him. He looked up, interested in only whatever could have caused that thud. He threw the forgotten fish aside, cocking his head for a moment, crouching as he angled and tried to pick up any trace of sound. But there was nothing.

The creature scuttled across the floor of the cage, pausing only for a moment to listen. A ragged breathing was reverberating off the walls of the cavern and he moved forward, bright blue eyes scanning the darkness. He hurried forward, navigating his way through the tunnels, taking a few wrong turns before he ended up where he wanted to be.

Smeagol slunk forward. There, nestled by a fairly large rock was a Goblin. The creature's mouth stretched into something like a smile, crouching and stalking forward, his body nearly touching the ground. "Filthy Goblinses," he growled to himself, but it was food none the less.

He paused, hanging back a moment before throwing himself at the Goblin, landing atop it, screeching when it moved, trying - and succeeding - in throwing him off. Gollum growled, grabbing a rock and throwing it at the creature, hissing. "Filthy Goblinses!" He screeched it this time, throwing another stone halfheartedly.

He threw himself at the creature once more, pummeling it with the stone. "Gah!" The pale Gollum protested as the Goblin moved away from him, only for Gollum to follow close behind. It was then that the strange creature of the cave heard another sound, another sound of breathing. He stopped, dropping the stone, creeping over a Hobbit sized rock, forgetting the Goblin.

He peeked his head over the stone, his eyes meeting the pale glowing leaking up through Bilbo Baggins's fingers. Smeagol's head cocked, curiosity overwhelming him. "What is it?" he questioned, moving forward, his fingers creeping towards the glow, trying to see what would happen if he attempted to touch it...

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[Gandalf the Grey]

I am sorry to interrupt this Thread, but this thread can not actually be taking place. Gollum and Bilbo would have never met at this point because we are ten years prior to him taking his adventure with Gandalf and the Dwarfs. Sorry but i have to archive this. Great posts though!