Author: Citrine

Nominator: Marigold

2005 Award Category: Genres: Drama (includes Angst): The Shire - Second Place

Story Type: Story  ✧  Length: Short Story

Rating: PG-13  ✧  Reason for Rating: PG-13 for implied violence and general uneasiness

Summary: Smeagol comes home to his Granny after a day on the river.

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Reviewed by: Marigold  ✧  Score: 9

This is so very sad and I can’t help wondering when I read this what would have happened if Merry and Pippin had been in the same situation as these two cousins of the Riverfolk, but I have faith in them as hobbits and as individuals that it would have come out all right, that they would never have fallen so immediately under the spell of the Ring. I think that Smeagol at least, and maybe Deagol too, had a basic evil that fed the Ring and insured that only one of them would survive, the most evil and needy of the two. Granny certainly gives me the chills here and I have no trouble believing that Smeagol is related to her. The madness already growing in Smeagol is heart wrenching and yet I find it difficult to feel sorry for him as he is at this moment. But I do feel sorry for the person that he was before today, and for the loss of the happy life he led with his cousin. The obvious love he has even now for Deagol, evidenced by his memories of arms reaching out to embrace and the desire to bring him bright flowers just makes this one of the saddest things I have ever read. I can feel the void left by the loss of both of them, for they are both lost even though only one is physically dead. Just haunting.

Reviewed by: Dwimordene  ✧  Score: 6

This is an excellent look at how Smeagol might have dealt with his murder of Deagol in the early days. That sense of love and hate together is very well drawn, and one can easily see how Smeagol would be driven mad by his guilt, neither fully able to expiate it or to escape it. It would just fester like a splinter in his mind, and the Ring would twist its way further and deeper into his psyche. Already, I like that Smeagol can't even question that there is this second voice in his mind—it's just the way things are already. The art of the half-truth and rationalization he's already mastered, despite being nearly sick over it. Very well done!

Reviewed by: Marta  ✧  Score: 2

nice little vignette. I've seen a few pieces dealing with this moment, but never from Smeagol's point of view. It's tough to give him any sense of humanity, but you've done a good job of that.