--MOSES--==h00m00== ID: 45184c Nov. 13, 2021, 2:44 p.m. No.14992707   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun

>>14992695

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0rb0d3ch405 ID: 45184c Nov. 13, 2021, 3:43 p.m. No.14993080   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun

>>14993067

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0rb0d3ch405 ID: 45184c Nov. 13, 2021, 3:56 p.m. No.14993155   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun

that was very similar. They understood one another remark-

ably well, very much better than a hobbit would understand,

say, a Dwarf, or an Orc, or even an Elf. Think of the riddles

 

they both knew, for one thing.โ€™

โ€˜Yes,โ€™ said Frodo. โ€˜Though other folks besides hobbits ask

riddles, and of much the same sort. And hobbits donโ€™t cheat.

 

Gollum meant to cheat all the time. He was just trying to

put poor Bilbo off his guard. And I daresay it amused his

 

wickedness to start a game which might end in providing him

 

with an easy victim, but if he lost would not hurt him.โ€™

โ€˜Only too true, I fear,โ€™ said Gandalf. โ€˜But there was some-

thing else in it, I think, which you donโ€™t see yet. Even Gollum

 

was not wholly ruined. He had proved tougher than even one

 

of the Wise would have guessed โ€“ as a hobbit might. There

was a little corner of his mind that was still his own, and light

 

came through it, as through a chink in the dark: light out of

 

the past. It was actually pleasant, I think, to hear a kindly

 

voice again, bringing up memories of wind, and trees, and

 

sun on the grass, and such forgotten things.

โ€˜But that, of course, would only make the evil part of him

angrier in the end โ€“ unless it could be conquered. Unless it

 

could be cured.โ€™ Gandalf sighed. โ€˜Alas! there is little hope of

 

that for him. Yet not no hope. No, not though he possessed

 

the Ring so long, almost as far back as he can remember. For

 

it was long since he had worn it much: in the black darkness

 

it was seldom needed. Certainly he had never โ€˜โ€˜fadedโ€™โ€™. He is

 

thin and tough still. But the thing was eating up his mind, of

 

course, and the torment had become almost unbearable.

โ€˜All the โ€˜โ€˜great secretsโ€™โ€™ under the mountains had turned

out to be just empty night: there was nothing more to find out,

 

nothing worth doing, only nasty furtive eating and resentful

 

remembering. He was altogether wretched. He hated the

 

dark, and he hated light more: he hated everything, and the

 

Ring most of all.โ€™

โ€˜What do you mean?โ€™ said Frodo. โ€˜Surely the Ring was his

Precious and the only thing he cared for? But if he hated it,

 

why didnโ€™t he get rid of it, or go away and leave it?โ€™