taleofsmeagol

Deagol was crouched next to the stream, his bright eysw searching desperately through the water. I watched, scornfully, almost laughing. My bare back was pressed against a tree. Brown trousers hung stickily against my legs.
   "Deagol, you couldn't catch a fish if it jumped into your hands," I laughed. Even though I teased him, he knew I loved him, my brother. I loved him more than anything. Just then he seemed to twitch, then lunged headlong into the water. I chuckled, and wlaked slowly to the bank, watching Deagol swim under the surface of the crystal water. The fish eluded him, as always, but Deagol did not come up. His hands darted out from his chest and grabbed something shiney. I felt a spasm, and a voice screamed in my head.
   "My PRECIOUSSSS!!!"
   I grabbed my head, and stumbled backwards just as Deagol surfaced, sending a wave of icy water across my bare chest.
   "Smeag? are you alright?"
   "Of courssse..." I whispered, then piped up louder, "I'm fine. what's that?"
   "I haven't the slightest clue Smeag. Some sort of ring. Hmmm...Golden."
   "Give it to us to see, Deagol my love, " I whispered. but I didn't whisper. I hadn't meant to say it.
   "No...I found it! I'm going to keep it!" He shouted, his eyes flashing.
   "Are you indeed, Deagol my love?" I screamed, wrapping my hands around his small throat. I squeezed.
   "Yess, YES! die brother! die for stealing my birhtdays presents..." My heart was pounding, and an inescribable rage was tearing through me. I saw his eyes grow wide, and he mouthed strange words. terror ripped through his face. I laughed. He went limp, his arms at his side, and my ring slipped from his fingers and hit the soft mud of the bank.
   "Brother?" I asked, realising what I did. I killed him, "No! Deagol NO! Don't do this! come back!"
   I was overcome with irrationality. I pressed my ear agaisnt his chest. No heart beat, no heart beat, "Don't die, please. I love you Deagol!"
   Tears ran down my face. I closed my eyes, thinking "When I open them, he'll be okay. just a dream. just a dream." But when I opened them, it was no dream. My crestafallen eyes fell upon the ring.
   "Precious," I mumbled under my breath. My brother was dead, and this...he would want me to have his ring. my ring. My great ring. yes. Mine.
   "Goodbye brother," I laughed, and lifted the ring from the mud. I slipped it on my finger. I shuddered. I stared at my brother's lifeless figure, so pitiful, so pathetic, and once more laughed. I slinked nimbly down the path to home, staying, in the shadow, because I hated the sun. The yellow eye. I hated it.
   "Curse the yellow eye!" I shrieked. I ran faster, darting through the shade. Then our small village, enveloped in the soft shade of the woods, apeared. I walked nimbly, unaware that no on looked at me, until I came to my house, and opened the door.

The end of Chapter One.