He slipped the ring over his finger, and watched in delight as it reshaped to fit perfectly, as though it had been made for him. Then the surge of power coursed through his body, tingling along his spine, radiating spasms in his muscles, and he laughed in triumph. It was delicious in rich malevolence.
To the gathered few, watching in horror, his laugh sounded hoarse and forced. It was the laugh that escapes a body in so much pain that nothing else can break free of the clenched jaws and restricted throat. It was miserable, tortured, and terrifying. They scrambled over the loose rocks of the mountain side to find a safe place to hide from his wrath.
Gollum’s eyes burned with the fires of power and hatred. For too long had he sought his precious and been forced to play the fool. For too long had he been separated from his love, and now that it was back in his control, and he felt the full weight of its potential again, he wanted to exact sweet revenge on all who had ever sought to take it from him.
First he would dispose of those miserable hobbits. Then he would tear apart the two towers and bury Sauron under the lava of Mordor. If the humans dared to seek him out afterwards he would deal with them too. They would fall easily under his might.
Stroking the ring lovingly, absently, his fierce gaze easily picked out his enemies as they scurried among the tortured landscape. His smile showed his remaining razor sharp teeth and he purred, “My precious, we shall kill them all, so we shall. Yes. Yes.”
But, then he shook his head, and looked from the ring to Mount Doom, to Sauron’s tower, the eye, wreathed in flame, distracted by some commotion beyond the black gate. “The ring is mine,” he said with true happiness, an emotion he had felt in ages. “The kingdom is mine.”
Gollum smiled to the heavens and danced around gleefully.
And then one of the filthy hobbits tackled him and his happiness was once again replaced by rage.
This bit of silliness was brought to you by this week’s Inspiration Monday writing challenge and, well, when you see the prompts you’ll see why I had to go with a Lord of the Rings shout out:
There are none. Read the prompts, get inspired, write something. No word count minimum or maximum. You don’t have to include the exact prompt in your piece, and you can interpret the prompt(s) any way you like.
No really; I need rules!
Okay; write 200-500 words on the prompt of your choice. You may either use the prompt as the title of your piece or work it into the body of your piece. You must complete it before 6 pm CST on the Monday following this post.
THE KINGDOM IS MINE
TALK TO STRANGERS
Plus, how could I not use a prompt that had kingdom as part of it?
But, how about you? Does one of these word jump out to you? Why don’t you write up a bit of flash fiction and link it to the Be Kind Rewrite site? You know you want to!