Deep down here by the dark water lived the most unique Gollum, skin and bone nothing more. His skin was covering his protruding knuckles. The voice was deep and deadly cold. His home was not sweet, it was as dark as darkness. It was a cold heartless cave, with ripples in the water and drips echoing in the distance. Gollum’s bed was dark black and with damp. How would you feel, if you were in his place?