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If I intrigue you so much, do something about it. I am not comfortable being without some sort of goal. [Besides wishing all the ill of this world and all others on his Mun.] Think of what I could do in these...games. I am one of the Maiar.

[And a servant of -]

Be silent!

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Soo... you want to get into one of those games where you'll be at the mercy of unknown and unseen forces? Not judging you, but are you sure it's such a good idea?

We think you one of your own ssself and nothing more, Red Eye. We think you gave up being holy long ago and long, yesss we doeses.

You belittle the power of boredom. I am accustomed to following the will of others. [There are ways to get what he wants.]

Red Eye? That isn't kind. [Or flattering.] What does being holy have to do with anything?

I'm only reminding you the advantages of caution. Really -- At least did you pick a good "Master"?

I see no reason for it. [This is First Age Sauron, though, so he's a little rash. Okay a lot rash.] I will not speak of that.

Fine, then. [As long as this is none of those hubris-that-lead-to-their-undoing cautionary stories, she'll drop it.] What do you want to speak about?

Have you experienced these games?

If so, let us speak of that.

The Maiar be angelses. Red Eye isss no angel, no! Red Eye beses nasssty-bad, Precious.

*Smeagol bares his little fangs up at the Power that was once Mairon, defiant to the last.* Look what Preciousss made usss into, Precious! Look what thy power makeses of even the mossst innocent in the end!

We ssspent five hundred yearses insssane in a cave for thy sssake, Precious! Wrack and ruin, and all because our poor cousssin found a ring. But even now we wantses it, becaussse nasssty lovely thing twistses our mindses. Red Eye won't get ring back, though, so we wins, hah!

[He is...amused...at this little display. Gollum is given a long look before he shrugs, raising a hand.]

I know not of any ring. If you went mad in a cave, perhaps it was your own doing.

I was in several of them in the past.

[She taps her chin and smiles fondly.]

Honestly, I don't think it was that bad, but I am used to this hop between worlds and Creations routine. And I'm very patient, so there's that.

Then what spurred your earlier warning? Do I not seem patient? Do I seem too weak to enter a new world?

Most people do not enjoy the experience. Maybe it's a little hard to many to abruptly find themselves in an unfamiliar place without the rules they are used to follow. I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions.

If you're ready to go, I hope that your mundane listens.

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Time be ssstrange in thisss place, Lidless Eye, but we knowses what wasss done to usss. We knowses very well, yesss!

[Well she apologized. He relaxes and waves a hand airily.]

I am not a mortal. The risks are few for me. But I thank you for your concern.

Can the mad know the truth?

Sssome thingses only the blind can sssee. Sssome thingses only the mad can know.

Poor Smeagol knowses what broke him, gollum.

I know that but -- [She shrugs, leaving that unfinished. He probably knows there are still risks. There are soft places that strip people of their power to make them mortal.] You're welcome. I'm Elaine, by the way.

Nice to meet you.

Why did you fall for my power, Smeagol? What lured you first?

I am Mairon. [Sort of. He's less Mairon and more Sauron, however that last name is abominable. Literally.]

Are you of the race of Men, Elaine?

I hope you're sent where you're hoping to go, Mairon. [She's going to use that name. Names are important, and they have power.

She's briefly surprised he's asking that. How to put this now? Her family background is complicated.]

No, but they raised me. So I like them a lot.

We shall see if she listens. [He smiles faintly at her use of his name. That name, rather.]

Are of Elven or Dwarven kind?

No, I'm not. I don't think my height matches either.

[She says humorously. Though, she can if she wishes, but she's just too attached to this appearance. Sentimental reasons.]

Is my "species" really that important? [She furrows her eyebrows, she's curious, not offended.

And she might be trying to dodge the "I am a God Creator" talk.]

We didn't asssk for it, Precious! We just ssstumbled over it one day, our cousssin and I.

Poor Deagol . . .

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