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“Beware that, when fighting monsters, you yourself do not become a monster... for when you gaze long into the abyss. The abyss gazes also into you.”

I could not phrase it better. I am the abyss, child, and you choose to approach. Do you desire death? [But then his smile becomes sickly sweet, eyes glowing like flames.] If we serve one another, there need be no blood spilt.

[Clearly terms need to be drawn up.]

Give me the entirety of Middle Earth and I shall reward you with my company as often as you please.

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Abyss gazeses also, Precious, it does indeed. We know thisss very well.

We hateses you, Black Hand. We would have liveded happy and sane but for Lidlesss Eye.

[He's not sure what this...creature...is, but it has an interesting speech pattern!

But wait...

There is a certain...aura. He slowly cocks his head.]

You held something of mine. How did you come to possess it?

You is not knowing yet? *He blinks curiously.* When is it being for Black Hand, my love?

[Such strange names - almost possessive - but being adored is another way of ruling, he supposes.]

It is the First Age for me. [Before the rings are even forged.] Should I gain control of Middle Earth through these extraordinary means, I shall present it to my Master.

You's not makeded Precious, Precious? No Ringses yet?

Rings... [He looks pensively, lips pursed.] I have no rings that deserve the name "Precious".

It will, we is thinking. Like it or not.

Cousin of ourses found Ring in river while fissshing, my Precious. After that came all things for usss to ruin.

A simple form to cause such ruin. Did you not yourself cause your fate? A ring cannot be so powerful.

[Oh but it can and he knows it is if he has a hand in it. But why not prod this sad creature for his amusement?]

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We is not ssstupid, we know what Precious doesss. We not listen to cheap liesss from nasssty mouth of Sauron.

I am nasty now? [A low, resonating chuckle.] The ring is mine - a symbol of my might - and yet you hate me? How contrary.

The Preciousss ruineded usss. It wasss perfect! It wasss glorious! We hates it! We loves it! We misss Deagol. Yes, we misss him.

What is he compared to you? You have had a taste of glorious invincibility. [What are personal bonds? How do they work?]

He was being cousssin!

Not even a brother? [What a let down. His sadistic thrill is less entertaining because of it.] Do you have it?

*He smiles nastily and holds up a hand covered in ropy melted gold.* Smeagol knew better than to let Black Hand take it back, and Gollum jussst wanted to be with Precious. So was not so bad, going into fireses.

A thief! [He wrinkles his nose in disdain.] How did a ring produce so much gold?

[Granted, Gollum's hand is small. And the Ring's true owner is over nine feet tall.]

Gold layer bes thin, Precious.

Does that mean...? [To be a true asshole, he speaks in the dark language of Mordor, searching the gold for changes.]

*There is a very, very faint glow from the center of his hand. Warped, half-melted Black Speech words waver into view for just a second, but what power remains can no longer be accessed by anyone save Smeagol.*

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[It's infuriating and he narrows his eyes, his rage bubbling just under the surface.]

What good does it bring you? You love... You hate... If you stand in my way, I will kill you.

We is not having to stand in it's way. Ring held Black Hand's powerses, and it be melted. *Smeagol smiles, showing all his fangs.* Is being jussst gold lumpses now; Black Hand and Lidless Eye be faded.

Nasssty cruel Sauron can't eat the world now.

Silence. [He rises to his full, impressive height, armor and all.] Timelines converge and there is naught that is set in stone. Keep your gold; I will take the rest.

It leaves we and ours alone, we let it do as it likeses and not try stopping it. *There's going to be a veritable city of Gollums at that rate, mind, since Smeagol is lonely enough by now to let people join him in his cave. They can have a town, and for a madnessocracy--like a meritocracy, but favoring craziness instead.*

[And now there are two horrendously creepy eye based weirdoes.]

It's said that we are nothing but an accumulation of the things we have observed, but they also say that the act of observing changes that which is being discovered- be wary of becoming tainted by what you corrupt.

[He hasn't done that eye thing yet, don't judge.]

Therein lies your problem: you rely on the words of others. Your wisdom should be the only one you trust. Others have ulterior motives.

[Well what is he waiting for!? Optometrists gotta eat.

Also, have an awkward, sharp chuckle. 'Ke-ke-ke.' As King Paranoid, he really doesn't trust anyone.]

I rely on no one. There's nobody worth putting faith in, but disbelieving by default is as foolish as believing by default. Verification by my own observation... though as I said perhaps that changes the facts as I witness them.

I understand. You live in a world between sanity and utter chaos where you cannot help but fail in one manner or another. [He stretches out luxuriously, smirking at his analysis.] Should you spend much time examining your past actions, you will never move forward.

I suggest finding a Master.

[Conversely, Asura slouches even further than his usual terrible posture, fingers flexing repeatedly without pattern. Mentioning sanity in relation to him makes him feel like bugs are crawling under his skin.]

Incorrect. There is not a touch of sanity within in. I am madness itself. Any decision I make is correct, because it is mine and I define it myself.

[So take that.]

I'll always act according to my own philosophies. No one could ever place order on me.

[So he was slightly off. These creatures he is encountering are nothing like the Maiar or any other beings he has encountered on Middle Earth.]

None whatsoever? How did you lose it?

[He doesn't care. Anything outside of Melkor and ruling Middle Earth just...falls flat.]

Then you are doomed to circle.

'Lose' is such a pedestrian understanding. Whenever order is manufactured, madness is created underneath. Order cannot exist without chaos, but chaos can persist forever. I too, was created in order to bring order to the world, by the embodiment of order, so it's natural I took up the mantle of madness.

[The symbols on his face coverings blink somehow, having become genuine eyes for now. He's weird like that.]

The endless runaround of logic does nothing but layer up upon itself until becomes a tower destined to fall. Madness is where progress lies. Mindlessly following singular ideas without growing will leave you in the dirt- thinking freely without restrictions is the only way to evolve.

[There. Both points addressed.]

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