#goldsick

@mevima  Whoops, that’s a bit unpleasant.  I said I would write on my days off, and technically this wasn’t a day off, just a short lecture day, so have a short little thing?

Day: 2 Mindless

The edges of his vision blur, colors fade.  There is only one focus.  Gold.  But even this fades in light of what the small creature holds.  Bilbo? something deep in his subconscious tried to supply, but he brushed it away.  That little ring, shining brighter than all the gold in his hoard.  He needed it.  It was precious.

The creature ran, he pursued. Sliding down the slopes of coins, he easily gained on it.  He nearly has the precious in his grip.  It is his, the faintest tint of red in the corner of his eye, but it doesn’t matter.   His.  His Only.  His Precious.  

He slips the simple golden ring onto his finger.  It fits perfectly.  It whispers to him.  Of power and glory.  If only he reunites with its master.  His master, now.  Yes, he will go to his master, for true power and glory.