คำบรรยาย (en)

Ollum was talking to himself. Smeagol was holding a debate with some other thought that used the same voice, but made it squeak and hiss. A pale light and a green light alternated in his eyes as he spoke. Smeagol promised. said the first thought. Yes, yes, my precious. Came the answer. We promised to save our precious, not to let him have it. Never. But it's going to him, yes. Nearer every step. What's the orbit going to do with it, we wonders? Yes. We wanders! I don't know. I can help it Master got it Smeagol promised to help the master Yes Yes to help the master The master of the precious. But if we was master, then we could help ourselves. Yes, and still, keep promises. But Smeagol said he would be very, very good. Nice Hobbit, he took cruel rope off Smeagol's leg. He speaks nicely to me. Very, very good, eh, my precious? Let's be good, good as fish, sweet one, but to ourselves. not hurt the nice hobbit of course no no but the precious holds the promise