1. Glimmer in a Riddle
"A box without hinges, key, or lid,
Yet golden treasure inside is hid."
We knows it, we does. The answer. But we don't tells it to ourselves, precious. We knows it, but we cannot say. Why can we not say, precious? Boxes it talks of, precious. Boxes without lidses. And golden treasure. My precious is prettier, and no stinkin' boxes. My pretty present.
Give us a chance; let it give us a chance, my precious-ss-ss.
We remembers. We remembers Gammer. Curse it, precious. Curse it, we remembers. What do we remember, precious? Water, water washes my precious. And birdses. We haven't seen birdses in a long time. So long, precious. Gammer, birdses. And birdses leave . . .
"Eggses!" he hissed. "Eggses it is!"
AN: The italics are straight from The Hobbit, Ballantine paperback p.83.
This is as close to a true drabble as I've ever gotten. Anyone wanna comment?
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