Lord of the Rings a Strong Gollums tale

In the Elder Days of old, a hairy Dwarf named Durin the first of the Longbeards, had ventured forth from his home in Gundabad. Travelling south on the Eastern side of the misty mountains, making it to the edges of the forest of Lòrien Durin stopped and turned West towards the mountains.

Heading up the river Silverlode, Durin headed past the small forest of Mirrormere and came into the mountain valley of Azanulbizar, beneath the mountains.

There Durin looked into a shimmering lake, and within his exhaustion he could have sworn that he saw 7 stars, like a crown more beautiful than any other, reflected in its waters sitting there a top his head.

So enamored by the sight he was that he decided to name that lake Kheled zâram, the Mirrormere, because it was reflective like a mirror. Although in the beginning Durin would have liked to call it, Durins Mirrormere and make it solely his own private mirror, but his wife managed to calm down his greed and convinced him otherwise.

And after that it remained a revered place among Dwarves of all houses ever afterwards, and there the mighty stone of Durin was erected on the location of that event.

And there, in the caves above, Durin and his hairy people started breeding and building their new home. And for their home they built Great Gates, the Great gates of Khazad-dûm, and a great First Hall that led to a narrow bridge over a deep chasm. From there began the long and sweaty expansion, both to 7 Levels above and to 7 Deeps below.

In the Eastern caverns was their city the heart of their civilization and industry, and in the West were the mines expanding out from the inhabited areas of the Eastern city proper. There the Hobbit's of old were made to slave away while other less hairy Dwarves did so as well, with longer hours than their hairier cousins.

In those days travelers could pay large tolls to pass through the slaving mines of the West halls, all the way through to the civilised Eastern halls, where they paid more tolls to exit, and then they could go down the valley into the pretty elven forest of Lòrien, if the Elves let them that is.

Trade was good, gold and riches were plenty and hairy women as well. But as mortals do, Durin eventually died, time passed and darker days of lesser Dwarves eventually came.

And now under a clear starry night sky, another adventurer though not hairy like Durin ventured up the same path towards the mountain much as Durin once did. And once more Khazad-dûm, now known as Moria, meaning in Sindarin, The Black Chasm, or The Black Pit, the grandest and most famous of the cities of the Dwarves was about to be colonized.

***

Thousands of years have now passed, since that fateful day when Durin had first peered within the lake of Kheled-zâram. And much like then Gollum now looked upon his reflection within the lake.

And there within his dirty, blood and sweat covered haggered reflection Gollum saw the stars form around his head like a crown. Seeing the stars, the blood covering his face, his red bloodshot enraged eyes, his blonde hair painted with blood and what looked like brain matter, Gollum was in awe at the beauty of the sight.

To Gollum it was as if the gods themselves just then and there had spoken to him, to Gollum the future king of the mountains.

Had he truly been chosen? Had his days of living as an outcast, living as a worker, a servant to others, had those days finally come to an end?

Feeling hot from his long journey, Gollum then as he looked upon his reflection ripped off his sweaty, bloody, and stinky peasant shirt. And like some legendary hero of old, his manly hobbit muscles burst forth, and as he flexed they grew even more.

Gollum was swole, his veins were thick and pumping, his physique was ninety percent muscles, it was as if his muscles were simply packed out of more muscles, it was a look unseen on any before on Middle-earth, it was a look as if he was ready to explode with power, or go swimming to clean off his stinking, bloody and sweaty self.

Seeing it Gollum nodded in satisfaction, a muscular pale hobbit body, long ears, shaved non hairy legs and a crown of stars upon his head. This was fucking rad, whatever that meant, Gollum thought as he muttered to himself.

"Yes yes, Gollum, flex, Gollum strong, Gollum Gollum, swole, hmm, yes yes, Gollum, look good, Gollum Gollum swole, yes yes."

Though he said this with confidence, he did feel a bit bad about himself. His autistic speech had for whatever reason come to him again even stronger than before.

When he was but a small baby boy he had fallen from his cradle and hit his head. In pain he had tried to cry, but only managed to let out retarded noises.

"Wau wa wallau, balla la."

While twitching on the ground his words had slowly started to then turn to.

"Wallum, ga ga gal lam, gallam, gollum gollum."

And by the time his mother had run to him he was stuttering and repeating the same words again and again.

"Gollum Gollum Gollum wa wa walala Gol lum."

He didn't know it then or after then for a long time, but it wasn't his mother who had spoken of the incident to the neighbours. No, it was in fact Deagol who had been there that day.

Deagol had told everyone that Smeagol was retarded, and then he used his friendship with Smeagol to boost his reputation amongst the other Hobbit's, seemingly making himself out to be the protector of the less fortunate.

That fucking, traitorous, scheming, little, dead Stoor Hobbit sack of shit! Gollum thought as he angrily pulled down his pants revealing his overly large cock to the world, that was like the large, fat and thick carrots that he liked to feed to his rabbits, rabbits that he ate once they grew large enough.

In rage of all his fucked up thoughts Gollums blue eyes glowed a bright red, as he then jumped into the water to clean himself and maybe catch some fish, so juicy sweet.

***

Unknown to Gollum his movements and murderous actions within the forest of Mirrormere had not gone unseen. For a certain young, red haired, Silvan Elf maiden had been there to witness it all.

However it wasn't supposed to be like this, she wasn't supposed to be here on her way to see her Elven cousins in Lòrien. If only she could have gotten him to notice her, take her and make her his own. Then she would have been still within the Woodland Realm, but no, now she was here.

Just why was Legolas, or all the other Elves for that matter such blind fools to her needs. Her name Tauriel was beautiful, she even had a great curvy hourglass body, she was younger than anyone else within the Woodland Realm, and most of all she had needs that sadly none of them seemingly were capable of fulfilling.

In desperation, and having felt really hot and horny, she had tried to fake her drowning in the Enchanted River within the woods. It should have been perfect, if only her hero Legolas would have come from the tree tops, and jumped within the rivers depths to save her.

He would have then carried her unconscious body out the river within his strong arms, placed her gently down on the riverbed, and then he just needed to place his lips upon hers. Unknowingly in his attempts at saving her, he would like so give her a kiss, her first ever kiss and she would then surprise him by pulling him in close.

For a moment Legolas would struggle, being surprised by her aggressive passionate actions, but quickly she would charm him, their tongues would tangle together and then she would be with child.

Or well she wasn't sure how it really worked, but the point was that he would be hers, just like that Wildman farmer at the edge of the forest had that one time pinned that girl to the ground and stolen her lips.

In a panic the girl had complained.

"No, please don't. I don't want to become pregnant, nooo!"

But the man hadn't listened, he was a real man, he loved the girl and was willing to take her with such passion no matter what. His love for the girl had clearly been visible to her and it had been so beautiful.

Sadly though Legolas had quickly killed the man with a single well placed arrow, seemingly saving the girl. But she did still wonder, did that girl become pregnant from the kiss, or was there more to it all? Oh if only Legolas hadn't shot that man, and noticed that she in fact hadn't been unconscious or really drowning.

Legolas had gotten close to her, but at the last moment he had seen through her deception and actually slapped her, and in rage yelled.

"How dare you, do this! I trusted you Tauriel! My father even adopted you to our noble house of Greenleaf, and this, this act is how you repay us. I am your brother! Woman, have you no shame! You dirty, slut!"

After those harsh words of Legolas she had been sent to study the ways of the Elves of Lòrien. This meaning that she was basically banished for the time being.

However no matter how much she thought of it she just couldn't be mad at any of them. If anything she just felt more frustrated now than she had ever before felt.

However as if the Valar had answered her needs, she had seemingly there within this manly creature that called itself Gollum found that what she craved.

He was decisive like a true man, he didn't hesitate to kill those little Hobbit's, but not only this but he was also stronger than anyone she had ever seen before. He had crushed those little Hobbit heads with such ease and thrown those rocks much further than she had ever seen Legolas do, which was hot.

And those long ears, that voice of his, that hate filled face, that pale skin, those huge muscles, those legs that were like tree trunks and most of all that fat, long piece of meat between his legs was so perfect, just like everything else about him. In fact, just having seen his nakedness and that thing between his legs from afar had been enough to make her mouth drool, legs weak and drive her crazy.

Immediately she could feel something hot in her stomach, her lower lips were getting wet, her knees shook, and betrayed her as she fell on her knees and bit her lip wantingly.

Tauriel inexperienced as she was in these matters knew not what was going on with her body, but one thing she knew, she wanted him, she really did. The training in Lòrien, Legolas along with everyone else could go to hell and burn, she didn't care anymore. If they weren't willing to understand her, and give her what she needed, then she would go see if this Gollum could give it to her instead.

***

With great force Gollum jumped out of the clear lakes waters, water splashed around as the muscular Gollum landed upon the grassy shore with a fish between his perfect perky white teeth. Biting down on it, Gollum ripped out the still breathing fish's stomach, and ate it.

For a moment the fish struggled, until Gollum bit off it's entire head and swallowed it whole, bones, eyes and all. His throat bulged a little, but quickly his throat muscles hardened and crushed the fishes head into small digestible bits.

Unknown to him Tauriel the red haired Elven maiden watched this all with hearts in her eyes. A slender feminine hand covered her awe struck lips, as her other hand unconsciously touched her lower lips.

Once again Gollum did a little flex for good measure, pulled back his now clean and wet long blonde hair, stuffed the half eaten fish within his pocket along with the light stone and headed higher up the mountain.

Though Gollum wore no shoes anymore, and no shirt, he didn't feel cold or bothered at all. In fact Gollum now felt more free than ever before.

He wasn't sure why, but after consuming the Ring and those acts of self defense, his body felt hot. It was as if there was another heart beating within his core next to his heart of flesh. Due to this he felt warm, and in no need of wearing a shirt anymore.

Plus now his legs were more visible and all could see how strong and athletic they were, and his backside that rippled with strong motion whenever he moved could also be seen. He was a man, he was hard, not graceful at all, but hard and strong and he wanted to show it all off.

Seeing it all Tauriel could only watch as he walked further and further away into the distance. Her knees were weak, totally disabled by the mere manly sight of him. Not even a single word had escaped her mouth for her feminine heart could not muster up the courage to call out to this beast of a man.

She simply was too overwhelmed by the sight of his greatness and could only continue to follow him after a while of waiting and recovering her strength again.

Throughout the night Gollum calmly walked, past the lake where the mighty stone of Durin stood and up the valley towards Moria, until finally he came upon the wide open Great Eastern gates of Moria.

Once entering the first gates Gollum guided by his light stone came upon the first hall. From above the gates small high windows illuminated the hall with starlight. And all around there Gollum could see great pillars of carved stone higher than any trees he had ever seen, and planted in many long rows after rows in the hall.

And strangely upon his first few steps within to the great hall, Gollum noticed dust start to rice as he moved. Quickly his feet were covered within it and it got into his mouth and nose, causing him to start sneezing.

"Aaahh, Gollum Gollum Gollum, ziuh!"

With one hand holding the light stone, and the other his nose Gollum then slowly headed further within the hall. And soon he began noticing many bones of dwarves enclosed within their melted metal armours littering the halls.

And all around he could see old dusty shields, crossbows, axes, spears and hammers laying about, seemingly not having been used for many countless of years.

To Gollum it seemed a strange sight as he had only ever heard of dwarves, but never seen them before. And here these crushed, burned, and neglected bones were seemingly now the first Dwarves that he had ever laid his eyes upon.

From stories old he knew that long ago a great evil had driven the Dwarves from the mountains here. Because of this none ever ventured anywhere close to the mountain in fear of awakening the monster within, but he, Gollum was not afraid.

If anything he was mad determined to become the King of these mountains, to claim them for his own and name himself Gollum the one and only King Under the Mountains, and above them as well eventually.

Soon Gollum came within a wide passage that led to stairs where more skeletons lay at the base of it. Uncaring of these old bones and signs of slaughter quite old, Gollums legs flexed and dust flew in the air, as Gollum enjoyed the climb up the long stairs, it was good exercise, it made his legs grow stronger.

And then he came before the long and narrow Bridge of Khazad-dûm. The bridge seemed to be built with defence in mind of that what laid before deeper within the mountain.

Gollum was no strategist, but even he knew that to conquer this place would not be an easy task. For the bridge was narrow, fit only for a single small cart to pass over at a time. This giving the defenders on the other side an easy opportunity to pick off the attacker's and send them plummeting down into the deep chasm below.

Crossing the bridge, Gollum then came into the second hall, which was not as wide but longer than the first. There he found what seemed like an armoury to his left, or maybe a guard house was more appropriate. There were other tunnels and places to explore as well, but this one was right next to the halls entrance and so there he went.

Entering the guard house, Gollum could see that it held small rooms with beds of stone, stone racks with old chainmail and hard Dwarven metal armours still there. There were still weapons littering the walls as well, and a door that led to a small dungeon it seemed. It was a small room with chains on the walls, chains for big men, women and seemingly even children's small slender arms.

Seeing it all Gollum did wonder why none had ever come here before. If there was still an evil within the deep darkness of the mountain, then he at least wasn't seeing it.

To him it appeared as that all these weapons, armours, and within a desk he could even find coins that were all seemingly free for the taking. This place was just packed full of valuables and it was all his now. With all of this here he could become rich, but instead his mind was on defending it all.

However to defend such a large place he needed more bodies. He needed subjects for his kingdom, not many, but many enough that they could at least defend the bridge of Khazad-dûm.

Troubled by this, Gollum moved onwards in search of a solution to this problem of his. And as he came out of the guard house, as if on request he was immediately met by a beautiful Elven maiden there gawking at him in awe.

Standing almost face to face Tauriel felt so small before him, he was huge and only a head shorter than her. She so badly wanted to greet him and tell him her feelings and needs, but once more she struggled to say anything.

She could merely gawk at him and his huge frame in awe, and before she even knew it, Gollum shut her lights off with a single, devastating uppercut to her chin.

With red glowing eyes full of hatred and blood lust Gollums mouth fumed with foam as he gritted his teeth and knocked out this fucking invader of his Kingdom.

Like a rock the Elven maiden fell hard to the stone floor as her limp body then rolled down the stone steps that led up to the guard houses stone door.

Watching this Gollum roared in rage.

"Damn you, why do you make me do this? Why can you not leave Gollum alone, you evil bastards! Gollum Gollum Gollum!"

With force Gollum then jumped to the bottom of the stone steps, grabbed the Elf by her long silky smooth red hair and dragged her up the stairs, and into her new home, the cell. Where he was quick to chain her up, and wait for her to awaken, so he could begin her questioning and torment of her for wronging him, and for entering his halls unannounced.

The King Under the Mountains would not be shamed like this. He would not be overlooked, he would be asked permission for entering his halls. He was Gollum, he was strong, he ruled here now, God damnit!