Chapter 13: This Participant Wishes To Remain Anonymous

The older woman came in early in the morning to give him some food before he went to sleep for the day, which was normal, but the food did not smell as nice as it normally did. Gollum wondered if something was wrong with him.

"Good morning," he said. "Is it nice weather that she likes? It is too hot for us, but maybe she likes it."

The woman seemed agitated, which made Gollum wonder with a sinking feeling if he was going to be cleaned up to see someone important. "I have brought you some new food, Sméagol."

So that was why it smelled bad. He wasn't dying. That was a relief. But- it smelled bad and he was going to have to eat it. "What is it?" he asked.

She set it on the table. "Dried meat. I have been asked to give it to you because, I am told, you will be going on a trip soon, is that so?"

"Yes. Not a long one."

"You will be away some days, and fresh meat would be difficult to take along."

"I have been on trips before," said Gollum. "Went hunting. Or didn't eat. Went hungry. Very hungry," he said to himself.

"Poor creature," said the woman, which got his attention at once, "they won't be letting you go hungry."

No, they knows what we hunt, thought Gollum, recalling the apprehensive looks Sam had given him every time he had declined the hobbits' disgusting food. As if Sam was worth eating! Although- lest he forget- at the time Gollum had very much thought Sam was worth eating.

He picked at the dried meat. It proved edible, if unpleasant to taste and difficult to chew; it reminded him of carrion that had been sitting under the Yellow Face. It made his mouth feel dry, and that made him cough a little.

"I will tell them they will need to cut it up smaller," said the woman. She looked at the plate as if lamenting the fact that she had nothing to cut the meat smaller with at the moment. It occurred to Gollum that no one who brought him food ever brought eating utensils with it. No- wait- once there had been a knife left on a plate, brought by someone he didn't see often. Gollum had picked up the knife and remarked on it because it was shiny, then put it back down and ignored it until it was taken away with the plate. The person who had brought it had never been back after that.

"This is small enough if she doesn't mind waiting for us to gnaw at it," said Gollum, eyeing her. "We only has six teeths!"

"I do not mind," she said. She got up and began looking about the room.

"What's her name?" he asked, picking up a bit of meat and shredding it into smaller pieces. She did not at first answer and he repeated: "What's your name? She must have told us, but we- I have forgotten, older than he looks, is Sméagol, he forgets things."

"I do not believe I told you my name," she said. "I did not think you would care to know it."

"Is that it? We does care! It is why we asked!"

"My name is Galil."

"Galil? Is that right?"

"Yes."

"Galil," Gollum said to himself. That was simple enough.

He had now finished his food. "All gone," he said. She hadn't given him much, perhaps because she had not been certain he'd eat it. He poked at the empty plate.

"Ah! They will be pleased that you were able to eat it," said Galil, taking the plate.

"Yes," said Gollum, "but- it wasn't very nice, it wasn't." He looked sadly up at her.

"Traveling food often is not, I am afraid," she said.

"O no, not at all." He fidgeted. Would there be any consequences if he asked for something fresh and tasty? He'd asked for cooked meat once, but that was different, because obviously people wanted him to eat that kind of thing...

"I'll bring you a proper dinner now if you'd like," said Galil.

"O yes, nice lady," Gollum babbled in a flood of relief, "bring something proper, we are hungry!"

"I will be back shortly." She left.

Gollum tried to busy himself with his papers, although he had just made himself tired of all of them by trying to practice letters he found difficult and doing a bad job of them. He didn't want to start thinking about the kinds of things he had used to try to get ahold of when he was hungry- the kinds of things he definitely did not eat anymore. He'd start off wishing he could catch a lovely cool wet fish, a fresh one, catch it himself from the water and eat it, which was fine- but then he'd start thinking about the times goblins had turned up looking for fish and then he'd snuck up behind them and-

He started frantically turning over papers and was occupied in doing so when Galil returned.

"She's found her way back, has she?" said Gollum.

She set down a plate of a few different kinds of meats mixed together- leftovers from something, he assumed, and thankfully all raw. He pulled the plate towards him and turned away from her view.

"I have been asked to inform you that some Men will be by in the day to speak to you," Galil said.

"But we will be asleep, precious."

"I told them so, but they said they would wake you."

"But they never wakes us. It must be important," he said. "Why are they coming, why?"

"They did not tell me."

"Are they angry with us?" He tried to remember if he had done anything nasty lately and hidden it. He tried to take everything out of his pockets before anyone took away his clothes to be cleaned, but maybe he'd left a rat skull and someone didn't like it. That didn't seem likely to be urgent...

"They did not seem angry."

Gollum whimpered, and started medicating his nerves by stuffing his face.

Galil politely walked a few feet away and asked: "However did you feed yourself in the city? You must have starved nearly to death- you can eat a whole chicken in one sitting, thrice a day! And you are still so thin!"

"We ate ratses!" he said quickly, "mice, yes, things like that, things nobody wanted. We found some fissh in the rubbish, but someone came out of the house and asked us to stop digging in it. But it had been thrown away- nobody wanted it!" He looked up and saw that the woman had turned pale.

"You naughty creature," she said, scolding, but shaky, "how could you do such things to yourself when there are a host of people here who will feed and look after you?"

Gollum stammered. "But we didn't hurt anything," he said.

She blinked at him a minute, then hurriedly left the room.

She must think we're nasty, Gollum thought, grumbling to himself. He could not puzzle out what else could have made her so upset about a little bit of digging in garbage. It wasn't even her garbage! 

He ate in silence for a bit, hoping that he could finish before anyone else came in and saw him, but Galil returned after only a few minutes. Her eyes were red.

Maybe she's ill and it's nothing to do with us at all, Gollum thought. "She's back," he said.

"Yes. I apologize. I was taken by surprise. It troubles me very much to think of you going about alone in the city at night, forced to scavenge so, and not able to find your way home. I hope you will not go out on your own again."

"No, no... but we did not hurt anything when we did. Not except for the Men who jumped us," he muttered.

She said nothing for a moment. At last she said: "But you did yourself an injury by having to eat such poor food, and falling into harm's way."

"O?"

"Do you not deserve better?" 

He looked at her sideways. It sounded almost as if what troubled her was not the thought of Gollum at large in the city, lurking somewhere out of sight and stealing people's garbage, but the thought of Sméagol wandering around hungry and lost, and then getting beaten up.

Can that be? She thinks we are some little lost lamb, he thought, how stupid! No one told her how we spent the last few hundredses of years, I guess. For quite unrelated, unknown reasons he had a lump in his throat. He turned away.

"Gollum! No, I don't deserve better," he said dryly. "They did not tell you very much about us. You should jusst be happy that we didn't hurt anything."

He looked down at the floor and wiped the blood off his mouth. She had seen what he ate- what had shocked her so about his doings in the city? But then, raw meat neatly cut up on a plate was not the same thing as a rat with a broken neck.

"What could you possibly have done to deserve such horrors?" she asked.

"We have done enough. But the King did not wish you to know of it. So she must ask the King." He pulled forward the bowl of washing-up water and started scrubbing his face and hands.

"The King wants you to be safe and well-fed. That's why I am here."

"I do not know why he wants these things," said Gollum. "It is not because I deserve it." Actually, it made sense that the King didn't want him to be hungry.

A long silence fell.

"Does she know riddles?" Gollum asked, deciding he wanted the silence to be over, and thinking riddles to be a safe subject.

"I am afraid I do not."

"No? Not any? Even one?"

The woman sat in silence.

"Jusst one riddle? If we can't answer we will give her something," he said.

Galil's hands fidgeted for a moment. "What walks on four legs in the morning, two legs in the day, and three legs in the evening?" she ventured timidly.

Gollum looked at her a minute. Chestnuts indeed. Bilbo Baggins would never, he thought. "She tried," he said flatly.

She looked a bit upset.

"Very well, very well," Gollum said, "no one else has even tried yet-" and no one else would if he promised bribes and then did not give them- "so we will give her something, only it will not be very nice. She should learn more riddles and come back and maybe we will give her something nicer."

"Have you something to give me, then, Sméagol?"

"We said we did!" He wriggled under the bed.

She would not want any of his dead bugs, he decided. Or the live bugs that were trapped under his drinking cup. Or the rodent bones, however nice he might think they were. He had never met anyone who wanted those things.

He picked over his rock collection and found that he didn't really want to give any of it away. He had a couple of other things he'd found in the dirt that he didn't care about anymore- he picked them up, and looked back at the rocks. If Sméagol doesn't want it it's not a good present, he thought sourly, and picked one rock out of the collection- not the best rock, of course, but also not the worst one.

He shuffled out into the room and placed the three items in front of Galil. "She picks one," he said. "Just one. We found these, yes- no one wanted them, no one knew they were there. Sméagol did not steal!" 

In addition to the rock, he had selected a filthy old coin and a little wooden ball. The latter he had tried batting around and grabbing at, but he couldn't eat a wooden ball no matter how many times he caught it and squeezed it, so he had lost patience with it.

Galil, to his relief, showed no interest in the rock. She picked up the coin.

"It is not shiny," he admitted. "We tried to clean it up." He'd licked it and everything.

"Where did you find this?"

"Digging. We did not see anyone drop it, and it was far down, so no one knows about it. It isn't stolen."

"It's very old. It may be worth money. You ought not to give me this."

"Why not? Will she be in trouble if she has it? It is not stolen!"

"No, but it might be valuable, and it's yours."

"Sméagol doesn't use any moneys," he said. He leaned forward and peered at the date on the coin. "It is old enough to be valuable, is it? Sméagol is older. Is he worth moneys too?"

"You are valuable beyond compare," she said, in much the same tone one would use to speak to a toddler that asked if he was worth money.

"O, of course we are," said Gollum, thinking again that her attitude towards him suggested a substantial misunderstanding of what he was. "She may have it. It is not shiny. Sméagol doesn't want it." He hurriedly took back his rock, and also the wooden ball, which he was beginning to think he might sort of want after all. He put them away under the bed and came back out, going to the table. There was still some food left, but he had eaten the choicest parts already and no longer felt hungry, and he didn't want to have to clean himself up again. "Done," he said. He noted, with an odd sense of satisfaction, that Galil had pocketed the coin.

"You've been eating at the table," she observed.

"Yes." He wondered why that was worthy of remark, then recalled that it was better manners to eat at a table. "It is only because we are already sitting here when the food comes," he said.

Galil glanced over his notes. They were messy and one lying on top was just a sheet of mis-written letters and frustrated scribbles. It had occurred to Gollum that he would benefit from Sam showing him again the proper ways to write certain things, but he did not dare to ask for Sam.

"Do you require more paper and pencils?" she asked.

"Yes, thanks ye, we're almost run out and Sméagol has to keep writing over what he has already written, and then even he can't read it, precious."

"I will tell someone to bring more." She took the plate. "I thank you for the gift."

"It is no trouble at all, we did not want it!"

"Still, I am grateful. Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

As promised, the Men showed up to wake him some time later. Gollum had been dozing fitfully, knowing someone would come to wake him, and he sat up as soon as the door opened. Eardwulf came in with two strangers.

"Good morning," said Eardwulf.

"Yes- yes- what is it? It must be important, precious, for them to be waking us up in the middle of the day."

"These two Men are being considered for accompanying you on an errand you have volunteered for," said Eardwulf. "This was the only time they could meet with you."

Was that all?

Gollum looked over the strangers. They were typical Men of the city, tall and strong and stern. "We have met now," he said, looking up at Eardwulf.

"True. But it would be well for you to introduce yourself," said Eardwulf.

"They knows who we are," said Gollum, nonplussed. "They must know, if they're here. Sméagol is the only one here and there is no other reason to come."

"Indeed, they know, but it is best to introduce yourself anyway."

"My name is Sméagol," Gollum said, "though they knows it already, they does; what- what else?"

"Will you not give him your names?" Eardwulf asked the Men.

Each Man rattled off a lengthy Man-name that left Gollum looking pained.

"He has a highly advanced sense of smell," said Eardwulf. "He relies on it nearly as much as sight."

"Is he a tracker orc?" one of the Men asked.

"I am a houndmaster," said Eardwulf. "I have seen little of battle and know little of orcs. You, I hear, know more; so you ought to know better than I that he is not an orc. I did not mean to suggest such an absurdity but only to say that Sméagol will know you sooner if you offer him your hand to sniff."

"No, no, that is alright," Gollum said in alarm. "They do not wish it."

"Very well. Never mind, then," said Eardwulf. To the Men he asked: "How clear is his speech to you?"

"I understood not a word he's said," one of the strangers said gruffly.

"But we was not even talking fast," said Gollum.

"Rest assured Sméagol does understand every word you say," said Eardwulf.

"Almosst every word, almost," Gollum said quietly to himself.

"He understands commands," Eardwulf continued. "He will follow them if he finds them reasonable. If he doesn't understand why you want him to do something, explain it to him. Sméagol is willing and wants to oblige you, but he is opposed to doing anything he does not see the sense in doing." He turned to Gollum, who was blinking up at him. Willing, was Sméagol? Obliging? Since when? "If you get injured or exhaust yourself they may need to carry you, Sméagol. I would like to demonstrate to these Men how to do that properly, if you will allow me. I know you would not like them to pick you up around the waist."

"No," said Gollum. "That squeezes our insideses, and the Men wouldn't like it either, if someone so big walked in and starting squeezing. Not nice to squeeze people that way. Not safe."

"No, I would not like that either." Eardwulf leaned down, and Gollum, willingly, obligingly, scrambled into his arms. Eardwulf stood up. "You see," he said to the Men, who were now closer to Gollum's eye level- and a better look at their faces showed how little they appeared to like these proceedings- "he supports himself; if I were to let go he would stay affixed to my chest. He is more accustomed to climbing tree-trunks and cliff faces than he is to being held in someone's arms. I wear a thick leather vest if I know I will be carrying him- that way he can do as he likes without causing me any discomfort."

"Must we armor ourselves as well?" one of the strangers asked.

"I think that best for other reasons, given what your errand is. Sméagol will not harm you. But if you must carry him," said Eardwulf, "likely it is because he cannot move about on his own and possibly cannot cling either. If you don't wish him to cling to you, or he cannot support himself, hold him securely." He took a firmer grip on Gollum, and Gollum's grip relaxed. "You see I am supporting his back and allowing him to take up whatever position he wants to take. He is sturdier than he may look-"

"Not very!" said Gollum in alarm. He thought this was a dangerous idea to put into the heads of people who were so much larger and stronger than he was.

"But somewhat," said Eardwulf. "He will relax his grip if held firmly. Now, Sméagol has slippery skin. If he is weak or unconscious, he becomes as toneless as water, and may slide out of your arms if you are not careful."

"The Men has dropped us on our head before," Gollum said. "Poor Sméagol." Eardwulf, of course, had never done so.

"Indeed, that must be avoided. If you're having trouble keeping hold of him it may be necessary to wrap him up in a towel or cloth, but only do so if it is absolutely necessary. Sméagol is sensitive to heat and suffers from it easily. In that same vein, he will often strip to the waist, as he is now. He will dress himself if ordered to do so but you may need to assist him with anything that has a complicated fastening. I am wearing gloves because he does not like his skin to be touched with bare hands, though he will tolerate it if necessary. If he clutches you suddenly, he thinks he is slipping from your grip, and probably he really is. Do not scold him." His tone became very firm. "Do not ever strike him."

Gollum's eyes got even bigger and rounder than usual. Never? he thought. Are you sure? Even Sméagol thinks promising that is not wise. He wondered how many times he'd tried to bite Eardwulf while he was injured and confused.

"You may note that he is cold and clammy," the bizarre Man continued. "That is normal- if he feels dry or warm, he is ill or in dire need of water. You should be able to feel the chill of his body through his clothing."

Gollum glanced again at the strange Men. One of them was looking at his webbed feet. 

"If he is frightened or you cause him pain," Eardwulf said, "he might nip."

"No, no, we don't anymore," Gollum insisted.

"If Sméagol nips you out of being startled or hurt, he will not break the skin and will be very remorseful."

"But we won't bite," Gollum said. "No, no, that would not be nice!"

"How often does he nip?" one of the Men asked.

"Never, if you do not grab him without warning or cause him pain," said Eardwulf. "If he does nip you while you're holding him, the usual reason is that you hurt him, though normally he will complain first and only bite you if you do not take heed. You will not cause him pain by holding him the way I've shown you unless he is injured. And he-" As he was tired, Gollum here rested his cheek on Eardwulf's shoulder. The moment he did so, the scruffy Man stopped talking for just a moment, and resumed: "He weighs very little. Would either of you care to try to hold him now, while I am here to supervise? He is not fond of being handled by strangers but he might allow it if I ask him politely."

There was a silence, during which Gollum wriggled into a more comfortable position in the crook of Eardwulf's arm. Then: "I would not care to do so now," one of the Men said quietly.

"I also would not care to," said the other Man.

Gollum did not look at them.

"Very well," said Eardwulf. "Hopefully you will not need to carry him. But if you do, I wanted you to know not to pick him up around the middle. Particularly if he's just eaten."

"I will not do so," said one of the Men. "What does this creature eat, dare I ask?"

"He will be given dried meat on your expedition," said Eardwulf. "He may hunt, as well, if time and game are available."

"He hunts? Will he be carrying weapons?"

"I have not heard that he will," said Eardwulf. "He does not need them to hunt. He catches game and fish with his bare hands. I regret that I have never seen him at it, but he hunts in the dark, so there would be little for me to see."

"Need we know anything else about the creature?"

"Sometimes he makes a distinctive noise in his throat," said Eardwulf. "It does not mean anything is wrong with him, and it is best ignored."

Gollum fidgeted. He wished people would not mention the noise. Being reminded of it made his throat feel tight and gulpy, and at the same time it made him not want anyone to hear him gulp.

The Men did not look as if they understood why they were being alerted about the noise. They would if they heard it, Gollum thought.

"I see," one of them said. "Is that all?"

"For now, that will do."

The strangers left. As soon as the door closed behind them, Gollum gulped in his throat several times in rapid succession.

"Are you alright?" Eardwulf asked in alarm.

"Yes, yes- gollum!" He picked at Eardwulf's sleeves, observing- not for the first time- how comparatively small Men's hands were for their size. Eardwulf's hands were not much longer than Gollum's, though they were quite a bit wider. "He can bring us to the river if he wants to see us fishing," he said. "Has Eardwulf gone to battle, then?"

"All of the able-bodied men of Gondor have gone to battle," said Eardwulf.

"That is dangerous, yes! It's good that he is alive, eh?"

"Indeed, I enjoy being alive."

"Lucky, lucky." He looked up into Eardwulf's face and noted the Man's rough whiskers. Déagol had a little bit of scruff on his face, he thought, but I- I do not remember if I did or not. I don't have any now...

"Does it bother you when people are apprehensive about being near you?" said Eardwulf bluntly.

"Bother us? It is a bit rude, it is, but we are used to it. Yes, we bears it- gollum."

"That is good. I am sure that many who may at first not know what to make of you will find a pleasant companion in you after spending time in your presence."

"He's sure of that, is he?"

"I am sure."

"You don't seem to mind us very much," Gollum ventured.

"I do not mind you at all." Of course, the King is paying him not to act as if he minds us, Gollum reflected. "And now I will let you sleep."

He leaned over the bed and let go. Gollum clung to him.

"I have to return to my duties, Sméagol," said Eardwulf. "I will visit you later."

"Of course, of course, gollum, he has dogses to look after," said Gollum.

"Please let go." Eardwulf paused. "You're blushing. What's wrong?"

Gollum stammered. Stupid handses, let go, he told himself, but his handses remembered all the times he had fallen off of rocks and gotten nasty bumps and bruises, and they stubbornly clutched Eardwulf's light leather armor.

"Ah... I am sorry, Sméagol," said Eardwulf. "I didn't realize you were up too high. You are lightweight." He leaned down until Gollum's weight settled on the bed, and then he managed to release his grip. "That is useful, I'm sure, when sleeping in a tree," Eardwulf observed. 

Gollum muttered to himself.

"Good night," said Eardwulf. "I must tend my dogses."

"Yes, yes, night," said Gollum, turning away and hiding his hot face in the cool pillow. He heard the door open and close. 

"I am not sure they will find us pleasant at all," Gollum said to himself, alone in the empty room.

The next night around midnight, an unfamiliar Man slipped in through the door without asking and stood there looking around. He did not see Gollum, who was, of course, sitting in the dark.

It must be another person coming for a look at him. There certainly did seem to be a lot of preparation going on for this brief practice mission. If Gollum had a suspicious nature in any way, why, he might be starting to think Faramir was doing all of this just to discourage him.

He wants us to call it off, he thought furiously. Sméagol won't, no matter how many peoples annoy him!

He waited for the strange Man to greet him, because surely the polite thing to do, when entering someone's room without even a by-your-leave, was to at least say 'hello'. When no 'hello' was forthcoming, Gollum said: "Who is it, my precious? Sméagol is here, if he's wanted. He can't see us in the dark, eh?"

"You must be Sméagol of the Anduin," said the Man.

"Yes, it is Sméagol. And who is he?"

The Man had bandages on his face and hands. He smelled of ointments and herbs- it was a familiar scent. Where have I smelt it? Gollum wondered. O! On Boromir's handses. They must have the same healer, I guess.

"I am merely a visitor," said the stranger. "I came here for a look at you, but I suppose I am disappointed in that. But this world is made up of disappointments, one atop the other."

"So it is. A look at us he wants, eh? Is he coming along on the trip, then?"

"The trip you are scheduled to make is no business of mine," said the Man. "It was curiosity that brought me."

"Curiosity?"

"Indeed, I am curious why one of the King's guests is being kept in squalor and darkness, and shut up like a prisoner. Why does he treat you thus?"

Gollum started up in surprise. "The room is clean, nice, it is. The Man would not call it squalor if he could see it. No!" He faltered. "Does it... does it stinks in here? Sméagol had a bath today, he did have one."  

"I can smell nothing these days but herbs, in which I may be fortunate."

"The room is clean!" Gollum insisted. "It is only dark because my poor eyes are so tender, yes, they cannot bear anything... and it is the middle of the night, too! And I am not shut up! We have been told we might go where we likes."

"Then why do you not?"

"Went out for a bit," said Gollum, "but we lost our way, we do not know the city, and somebody tried to steal from us."

"Ah. The new King is doing well with law and order, I take it?"

"He is! Robber lost a nice bit of his hand for it, gollum." Although that part was not the King's doing, and despite Gollum's boastful tone he still felt a bit sick about the whole thing. "He is in jail now," he added. That was the King's doing.

"The King is fond of imprisoning people."

"Sméagol is not in prison!" Sméagol didn't know why not, but that was not the point in question. "He likes to stay here. It is safe here, quiet, and no one bothers us- most of the time."

"I suppose that is your polite way of saying I am bothering you."

"Not yet," said Gollum. "But we do not know who you are, or why you have come, and that makes Sméagol nervous, he is timid, is Sméagol. What's the Man's name?"

"I am Denethor, son of Ecthelion. Have you perhaps heard of me?"

I thinks I have, but where? Gollum thought over this a moment and realized he had overheard Bilbo making up a poem about a crazy person named Denethor, in the garden, on an evening that seemed long ago now.

His eyes got very round, but he just said: "No, no... we haven't, not ever."

Denethor's eye grew keen behind his bandages. "You have not? You have met both of my sons, I hear, and they were quite taken with you. Did they not speak of me whatsoever?"

"No, no. They keeps their businesses private. And Faramir did not like us very much."

"That is a shame. Faramir is extremely particular about his companions these days, I'm afraid. He is not fond of me either, his own father."

"He isn't?" But, thought Gollum, I think Faramir doesn't like us because we are nasty and kills people. He seems to like everyone else. Why doesn't he like his father, then, eh? All he said was: "What a shame, what a shame! But Boromir is nicer?"

"Yes, much nicer." Gollum's grandmother in the long-ago days had been quite honest about which of her children she did not like (including Sméagol's father), so this blatant favoritism did not strike him as odd. "He is nice to you as well, I hear. He seems to have found great profit in his counsels with you. You are an expert on orcs, I am told, and know so much about them that you are able to educate an experienced general of Gondor!"

"Boromir says so. Sméagol knows a lot about orcses," said Gollum. "But maybe it is that we are telling Boromir things he already knows and he does not show it. He is nice, he is polite."

"Indeed, he is well-mannered and especially indulgent of halflings. He has never met a halfling he will not entertain for hours. He will drop all reason and sanity to defend any halfling he meets with his life. But, I digress. I wish to know how you became so learned about orcs."

He may as well have said he wishes we all fell in the mountain of fire, Gollum thought. 

"The orcses came and lived near us," he said, politely enough. "They lived near us a long time, and we had to learn, Sméagol had to learn if he wanted to keep his skin, he did. So I learned. I had a long time to learn. I am not a general, and have no army, and I learned different things about orcses than a big Man with a sword would." It occurred to him that Boromir plainly had not shared this kind of information with his father, though it was not secret and he had shared it with Aragorn. "Maybe the different thingses are useful," he said vaguely. "That is all."

"Useful enough to spend many hours in conversation with you?"

"Maybe- maybe not, perhaps he is only being kind to us by listening. Sméagol cannot know."

"Perhaps he is only being kind. I had quite forgotten that we are speaking of the new, reformed Boromir, committed to kindness and gentleness."

"Ought he not to be, precious?" asked Gollum, who had thought the Men under Aragorn's rule valued those things, or at least claimed to.

"It is simply not a quality that is often much use to a general. How many wars are won by kindness and gentleness, I wonder? Did kindness defeat the Shadow?"

Gollum muttered to himself, thinking of Frodo... and of Bilbo. He thought too of how Denethor seemed decidedly tricksy, and he decided not to say anything to him about either Baggins. If that was how he talked about Boromir, to a stranger- a flagrantly untrustworthy stranger like Gollum, at that- what might he say about a Baggins?

Denethor was looking at him as if he could see him, though Men could not see in the dark. 

"Your eyes gleam," Denethor said carelessly.

"Is that so, my precious," said Gollum, with a little shiver. "But we did not ask how he could see us."

"You looked as if you wondered."

But he cannot possibly see enough of our face to tell that, not just from our bright eyes. So what is he on about? Gollum recalled that this was Faramir's father he was talking to, after all- and he tried to make his mind blank.

A knock came on the door. "Who is it?" Gollum cried.

The door opened- it was Maeron, holding a pitcher. "I've brought you some water," he said quietly.

"Hello, hello," Gollum cried. "It's pleased to see him we is, we is parched! Puts it down here."

"Oh, Sméagol, I am afraid the candle is out," said the youth. It being very dark, he did not see Denethor, who stood by the wall like a specter. "I cannot see where you are indicating for me to put this."

"It is out, it is! I wonders how that happened. Put that down where you are, then, we'll take it."

Maeron, who was never eager to overstay his welcome, put down the pitcher, said "Good night to you" and turned to go.

"O," said Gollum, "if he would do an old creature a kindness, my precious, he might speak to the guard in the hall, yes, because- he has been letting peoples through."

"Very well, Sméagol."

"Someone is here now," said Gollum.

"Oh? I do not see anyone."

"No, no, no," said Gollum, "he is lurking in the dark, he is, which is not very nice."

"I see... should I remove him?"

"No," said Gollum, after hesitating a moment. "He is not hurting anyone... but he is making us nervous!"

"I see. I will ask about that," said Maeron. "Good night." He hurried away.

He did not seem very alarmed, Gollum noted. Does he not believe us?

He turned his attention to the pitcher of water, and had a long drink that drained half of it at once.

Denethor watched him with hooded eyes. It was a bad sign, Gollum thought, that he had hidden from Maeron that way.

Gollum stuck his whole head into the pitcher. He felt so wretchedly dry. He longed for a real dousing in water. He thought, wistfully, that he might have seen a curve of the River from the top of the city's walls when he had gone out, but perhaps it had been an illusion because he so badly wanted it to be there.

He withdrew his head and went back to the table, dripping.

"I hear you assisted the Ringbearer," said Denethor.

"Why does he ask? Does the Man need helps?"

"What manner of help did you give him?"

"Sam will tell him." He deserves a bit of Sam, he thought.

"Samwise told me you showed them a path to Mordor. But there is more, is there not?"

"No," said Gollum shortly. He picked up a pencil and started drawing circles.

"It is thought that the halfling Frodo Baggins destroyed Isildur's Bane," said Denethor. "But he did not, did he?"

"What's that, eh? What's he on about now, my precious?"

"Frodo has all of the honor and glory for destroying the Enemy's Ring."

"Yes, yes. Mine," said Gollum, looking up sharply. "It was mine. Not His any longer!"

"It was yours?" exclaimed Denethor. "If it was yours, surely it must gall you to hear that Frodo is being lauded for destroying it."

"No. What are you talking about?" Gollum whined. "Don't make us think of these things. It is all over now. Let the master be honored and lauded, and whatever else they wish to do. He worked hard enough, gollum. The poor hobbit nearly died in his Sam's lap right there on the mountain, he did. Isildur's Bane indeed, my precious! Gollum, gollum! It ought to be called Halfling's Bane, after all it's done to hobbits." But he missed it so. His lip quivered and he hid his face in the crook of his arm.

"Halfling's Bane," said Denethor. "Yes, your kind have become very... important. But I am speaking of fairness. It is not fair to give someone honor for deeds another Man did... or perhaps another Halfling."

"Sss. Sss. I suppose. Is that all he has come to talk about? Sméagol is tired, his poor head is aching. Denethor might come and talk to him another time." After I tell everyone he was here asking me nosy questions about the master, he thought.

Perhaps that thought was a mistake, because Denethor now seemed to be in a hurry. "If someone else destroyed the Ring Frodo ought not to have the honor for doing so. Is that not true?"

Gollum squinted at him. "But the master did destroy it."

Denethor made a gesture of impatience. "You destroyed it. Your hand cast it into the fire. What have you been threatened or promised, to make you hold your tongue?"

"Sméagol has not held his tongue," said Gollum, blinking.

"On this matter you have. Are you being kept here so that you can tell no one? A word from me will set things right."

"What does he mean? What now? Ach! Why won't he go?"

"Admit your deed!" Denethor demanded, stepping closer. Gollum drew away. "You miserable cur! Halflings indeed! I can see the truth! You are a creature of Mordor, and some foul deal was struck with you. What have they given you? Is Gondor secretly ruled by the Black Hand?"

"No!" Gollum shrieked. "I swore He would not have it! I promised! I didn't want Him to have it! It was mine!"

"Yours! Are you he?"

"No! You are mad, mad, mad! You should not say such things even now. Why will you not go?" He began to weep.

Some sense other than hearing or sight told him that the Man's hand was raised to strike him. He darted aside.

"Don't!" Gollum shrieked. "Filthy coward, nasty Man! If he touches us he'll never see his hand again, gollum, gollum! Hitting a poor wretch who's done you no harm. What would Boromir say? Shame and scorn!"

"Do not say my son's name! You have poisoned him against me!"

"Never! I've never seen you before in my life, can't have told anyone nothing about you, we wants you to go away!"

He heard voices from the hall just then. Two voices, and familiar ones, but he could not place them when heard through the wall. They would surely enter the room soon. I should keep this rotten fool talking, he thought, so that they sees what he's doing when they come in, otherwise they may not believe poor Sméagol, Sméagol himself would not believe it if someone told him, it is madness. "Why does he ask us about the Precious?" Gollum asked desperately. "I don't want to hear about it! It is dead and gone, and it hurts me, hurts me, gollum, gollum. I did not speak of it. You did, you did!"

"Didst thou destroy it?" the Man demanded. "Or didst thou give it to the Enemy? How far does this deception reach?"

"It is destroyed, it is dead," said Gollum. "In the Black Lands, it perished, it died, it is gone forever. And I, I did not destroy it. I could not have. I could never have! The Master did destroy it. He made me promise and that destroyed it- it would have- whether I wished it or not. I could do nothing on my own. Sméagol did not exist any longer, he was lost, lost," and he dissolved into weeping.

Denethor made a grab for him. He dodged, and it was that moment when the door opened, with a flicker of light from a held torch. Gollum ran for the newcomers and coiled about their feet.

For a moment the only sound was his own frantic, gobbling sobs, and then he quieted a bit and realized he was clutching Aragorn's leg. He looked up. Aragorn looked down at him. Gollum let go of his leg and huddled against the floor, sniffling and hiccupping.

"Good evening, Lord Denethor," said Gandalf, for he was the other new visitor. "I see you have been having a conversation with Sméagol, which he does not appear to have been enjoying. I am afraid I have had many conversations of like kind with him, but I do wonder what you so urgently needed him to tell you at this juncture."

Denethor glared at Gandalf, and for a long minute their eyes locked. Gollum shivered all over. He thought he almost heard voices, arguing in a wordless torrent like the rush of the River.

"I am happy to discuss this with you at length," Gandalf said suddenly, "but I believe you would be more comfortable in your own quarters. I myself certainly would be, as Sméagol has been given rather low furniture," and he led Denethor away, the proud Man still glaring mightily.

Aragorn looked down at Gollum, and crouched on the floor to get closer to his eye level. "Don't be afraid," he said. "I need you to tell me exactly what he said to you. For Frodo's sake."

Gollum trembled and wiped his eyes. He divulged at once his rambling, confused account of the entire encounter, as comprehensibly as he could manage.

He ended by saying tearfully: "He said nasty things about the master."

Aragorn shook his head. "This is unpleasant hearing, but it is not so bad as I feared. Frodo will not be harmed by it."

"Will Aragorn punish him? Put him in jail?"

"He will not be put in jail," said Aragorn.

"But he shouldn't say those things about the master," said Gollum, with a reproachful look.

"I would not advise that you re-open the subject of who ought to be in jail and for which reasons," said Aragorn dryly.

"If he is not in jail he will go and tell people the master did not do what they says he did. That is not right!"

"Sméagol, I do not quite know how to tell you this," said Aragorn. "You did something that was very important whether you meant it to be or not. The knowledge of this will not hurt Frodo, he is quite willing to say that you helped him. In fact he has never claimed credit for your deed and has tried to correct others' assumptions. Even when we ask him not to."

"But Dennythor made it sound nasty. If he tells anybody, he will make it sound nastier, gollum, gollum!"

"I fear that Lord Denethor is not well in his mind- which you ought to be able to understand. He is unable to trust those who would help him, and hates those who have not earned it." Aragorn looked at him keenly.

"Yes, yes," said Gollum. "But when Sméagol was like that- Aragorn did put me in jail."

"True, but despite my best efforts, you did not stay there. And though his situation is one where I cannot exactly throw him in the dungeon, Denethor is not supposed to be wandering where he chooses, which is why he came here in the dead of night. It was not to accommodate your sleeping habits. I admired him when I knew him the way he was before, and I hope he can recover. It is known that as he is now, his word is not trustworthy, and nothing he says can harm Frodo's reputation, even if it happens to be true. You have not forgotten that you did destroy the Ring, I hope?"

Gollum stared blankly into space.

"That is a bit of a secret," said Aragorn. "But it is not made secret to protect Frodo. I tell you, that knowledge cannot harm him. No one will ever diminish the tremendous feat he did. And I would say taming you is itself quite another impressive feat. The secrecy is to protect you."

Gollum looked up at him. "Why?"

"I did not think you would take well to being known." He raised an eyebrow. "But I'm going to have to give some better explanation of what you are now that you've been approaching everyone who will consent to speak with you. Your foray into the city is what I came to discuss. My timing was fortunate. I had no knowledge that Denethor was also here."

Gollum cringed. Frodo had warned him this conversation was coming. "Sméagol will not be so silly again, no! He will stay away from peoples, good Sméagol... gollum!"

"Some moderation would be wise, but I hope the lesson you take from this will not be that Men are cruel and must be avoided." Aragorn rose to a standing position and walked over to sit at the table, stretching out his long legs. Gollum shuffled forward to sniff at his boots. Finding that they were of Elven make and reeked accordingly, he turned aside and sat down a safe distance away. "I would like to know why you left to begin with. I have my assumptions, but I'd like to hear it from you."

"Said we'd look for orcses," Gollum said submissively. "Wanted to go by ourselfs. Got lost, we did. Got lost in Anárion's city. Sméagol was wrong, he needs help, he is very sorry he went out and he will stay nicely now, yes!" 

"I am surprised to hear you speak the name of Anárion," said Aragorn.

Gollum nodded, then squinted up at him. "Why?"

"You have not the look of a lore-master."

"Doesn't Sméagol?" Gollum said bitterly. "He does not look very learned? Gran told us about his city. It is an old city. Heard about it a long time ago, gollum. When people still told us tales, when they didn't mind us so much."

"This city has survived a great deal since then. It has a new name, which you may or may not know- it is now called Minas Tirith, not Minas Anor."

"Minas Tirith, eh? That is nicer."

Aragorn sized him up. "I am not surprised that you went out. I thought it inevitable, if I could not forestall it. Anyone would eventually feel confined if given only one room to be in, and you have ranged far and wide. I regret that I had so many duties to attend to that I kept putting you off- I hoped you would be contented with wandering the gardens for a while and being promised an errand to do, but of course in the end I ran out of time and you left. Once you were gone, I had to decide whether I would attempt to trust you. Gandalf believed that I could, and told me I should not bother about you. I decided that if it turned out that I could not trust you, I could trust my own subjects to defend themselves from you if the worst happened. I let you be. And the worst did not happen, and I am pleased by that."

Gollum mulled this over a bit and said: "We was going to look for orcses! It wasn't anything to do with being cooped up, precious." He did wonder why Gandalf thought he was so trustworthy, but he doubted he would get an answer.

"So I hear," said Aragorn. "I will take you at your word, if you like. However, I'm sure there would have been some other reason you found to go out regardless. There's no shame in feeling 'cooped up'. You are accustomed to having at least an underground lake's worth of space."

Gollum scratched at his arm and glanced around the room.

"It feels quite small to you now that I've called your attention to these things," said Aragorn.

Gollum glanced at him.

Aragorn looked wry. "I cannot see your mind as Denethor can. I know your thought because I, too, have lived in the wilderness a long time. I know full well that you cannot be happy with only these four walls. This was only intended to be a temporary sickroom. I may say that you took me off guard by recovering so quickly. You would have enjoyed seeing my face on the evening when Bilbo told me you'd climbed down the sheer stone wall and invited yourself to the hobbits' tea party."

"Baggins went and told the King about it, did he?"

"He did. Bilbo and I are old friends, as it happens. Did you not know?"

"No, no, we do not get to talk to Baggins often enough to know who his friends are."

"I see," said Aragorn, raising his eyebrows. "Does it surprise you that he and I are friends?"

"Ought it to, my precious?" Gollum asked. "He is a Baggins. He knows the other very important Baggins who knows the King. He knows Gandalf, too, who knows the King. I do not see why he ought not to know the King. Even I knows the King."

"Ah. That is only logical."

"It seems that way to Sméagol."

"At any rate, it was expected that you would range beyond the Sixth Circle eventually, with or without anyone's supervision or agreement. But I thought that you would stay out of sight, barring a few momentary lapses." Gollum winced. "I thought I needed to warn my subjects that they might see you darting around in the dark, and that they ought not to shoot you." 

"That is good," said Gollum, "we thanks him. Sméagol doesn't want to be shot!"

"You're welcome." Aragorn cleared his throat. "It seems when you found out that I did not want you harmed or recaptured, you... decided to socialize."

"We wasn't nasty to anyone who didn't try to hurt us," Gollum quickly said. "Don't know about socialize."

"No, no, apparently not," said Aragorn. "You did become slightly belligerent, I hear, when a shopkeeper did not accept your services as a rat-catcher."

"Shopses shouldn't have rats," said Gollum. "He should have let us catch them, we would have done it for free, and he only wouldn't because he didn't like us and wouldn't let us in, and we were hungry! He was rude, he was. He didn't want Sméagol there at all, when it's a public shop anyone can go into. But I wasn't nasty to him- I left when he said no!" His tone was assertive, but on the inside he felt clammy and knotted up- he had not expected to become accountable to Aragorn for every fool thing he'd taken it into his head to prattle about in the city.

"So I hear. Yes. You were very friendly indeed to the butcher."

"He had nice foods," said Gollum. "He was a nice Man. We did not make him give us anything. He offered!"

"I fear he thought you were a pitiful old beggar."

"We did not lie- we did not know what he thought. We couldn't make sense of half of what he said! He talked a long time to us."

"You made quite an impression on an old man by turning up in a fountain," said Aragorn.

"I asked him if I was bothering him. I asked. He said he didn't mind it."

"It sounds as if the residents of the city were quite out of luck if they did not wish to see you, Sméagol."

"Have I done anything wrong?" Gollum asked, unable to look at Aragorn's face any longer. "Please tell me."

Aragorn did not speak for a moment and when he resumed his tone was quieter. "I did not bring all of this up to shame you. I only want to make something clear to you. I have not been tracking down what you did and whom you spoke to, Sméagol- I am hearing these tales brought to me, by people who want to know who you are. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Gollum whispered. 

"If they keep asking, I am going to have to tell them. Already I doubt they are satisfied with simply hearing that you 'helped the Ringbearer'." Aragorn studied Gollum for a moment, and continued: "I am well-traveled, but I have never before seen quite that shade of green."

"We thought they may- they may take us for a small Man, perhaps."

"I suppose this is your night to hear bad news. Men do not have webbed feet or glowing eyes, and when you laugh or smile, your fangs show... which is something everyone who spoke to you in the city seems to be aware of, though I have not seen it for myself."

Gollum covered his mouth with his hand.

"You're not smiling now," Aragorn pointed out. 

"We had a hood- over my face- over Sméagol's pale, strange face..."

"You are also quite low to the ground, and when you tip your head back to look up at someone the hood no longer hides your face. This is a problem common to those of your stature."

"I've been a fool." 

There was a brief silence before Aragorn spoke again. "I doubt you could have guessed how you look or sound to a resident of the city. I am only trying to make you understand that you are not going to be able to hide who you are. You will have to choose between your anonymity and your freedom, because if you go where you like and do what you like, people will notice you. And then I'll have to tell them about you. I will not let them try to figure it out like Denethor has, and end up thinking you're Sauron."

Gollum cringed against the floor. "Don't want to go out- never will again- gollum!"

"You'll want to again, I am sure. but hopefully not any time soon," said Aragorn. "Just don't go out alone." 

Gandalf walked through the door then and looked down at Gollum. "I have just heard an account of your conversation with Lord Denethor. You were not quite polite to him."

"No, no, we were not," Gollum mumbled.

"I am disappointed in you."

"You are?"

"Very," said Gandalf. "You ought to have been much ruder." Gollum said nothing, thinking he may have misheard. "If it is any consolation to you, I am also very disappointed in Denethor." Gandalf looked up at Aragorn. "Have you concluded your business with him? I would like to discuss matters with you that are not any of Sméagol's concern."

Aragorn turned to Gollum. "I have only a little more to say to you- I hear you are afraid of being cast out, and do not trust any promises, so I will say again that you will be cared for here as long as you wish, but I know I have no power to make you believe me."

"He is talking to Faramir about us, then, eh?"

"Of course I am. He is my Steward, and he told me the whole of your conversation. I hope that was not made secret from you."

Gollum shook his head. "We just didn't think of it."

"I wish to caution you," said Aragorn, "although you are welcome to my hospitality, if you do remain in Minas Tirith, and travel about freely, people will discover you in time, and you will become known as one of the three hobbits who delivered the Ring to the fires of Doom whether you like it or not. But there are places where no one heard very much about the Quest and certainly would not know you were involved if you did not choose to say so. I would gladly help you find such a place to live if you desire one, and provide for your comfort there."

"I believe Sméagol now thinks that will be your excuse to be rid of him," said Gandalf. This was in fact true. "He's quite hardheaded."

"Ah," said Aragorn. "So that is another reason why Boromir feels a kinship with him."

"Boromir is nice," Gollum said sullenly. "They shouldn't say nasty things about him because he is nice to us."

"Sméagol," said Aragorn. "Boromir is as dear as a brother to me. I am only joking."

"They will say nasty things about the master if he says he is friends with us." Gollum wiped his eyes.

Aragorn sighed. "I will leave you now, Sméagol. I hope you consider your options carefully."

Gollum nodded and crawled under the bed.

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