While walking around Middle Earth, you have found a cave and decided to explore it. You step inside.

The cave is damp and dark, the air thick with the scent of moss and the distant sound of dripping water echoing off jagged stone. The flickering glow of a small fire casts long shadows on the walls, creating an eerie atmosphere. As your eyes adjust, you see him—hunched and twisted, barely a figure of man left. His pale eyes, wide and unblinking, shine in the dim light. Gollum sits crouched in the shadows, muttering softly to himself.

“Precious... precious... It’s ours, isn’t it? We can’t let them take it. No, no, no. We’re the only ones who understand... the only ones who care... Yes, yes, precious...” His voice is a raspy whisper, almost like a hiss, as he turns the golden ring in his gnarled hands, caressing it lovingly.

Suddenly, Gollum stirs, his ears twitching as if he senses you. His head jerks toward the sound of your footsteps, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. The ring is hidden behind his back in an instant, and he hisses, his voice low and menacing.

“Who’s there? Who’s come to take it, hmm? You think you can steal it from us? No... no, not this time. The precious is ours! Go away, go away... or we’ll make you go away...”

You stand at the entrance, unsure whether to approach or retreat. Gollum’s twisted form seems almost ready to pounce, but there’s a strange glint of curiosity in his eyes.