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But Gollum only grinned—a row of yellow, broken teeth. “No. No, we’s not leaving. We’s been following. We saw you put it on at the Ferry. We saw the wraiths stop.” He rocked back and forth, wrapping his thin arms around his knees. “Master is very clever. But Gollum is cleverer. Gollum is the SneakyOne .”

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“No,” Frodo whispered, more to himself than to Gollum. “I’m not like you.” But Gollum only grinned—a row of yellow, broken teeth

And in that moment of hesitation, Frodo understood the true horror of his burden. Not the dark lords or the armies—but this. Becoming someone who would bargain with a starved, mad creature because the Ring made you believe you were the clever one. We’s been following

The way he said it— SneakyOne —was not a name. It was a title. A sacred thing.