Gollum strolls up to you, striding on all fours and carrying a fish in his mouth. He crouches, taking the fish into his hands and presenting it to you, frodo and Sam, a toothy and rotten grin coming over his face.

“Look what we finds, precious, look what we finds!”

He holds the fish out for you to take. It has deep teeth marks covering its scales.

“Takes it, precious, takes it and cook it. Yummy! Yes, very yummy. Smeagol catches it for you, yes!”