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OOM: More of the nightmare

It's times like this Smeagol really misses being able to go invisible. Still, he's good at hiding in the shadows - though he was much better at it a few months ago.

He watches fearfully for Ron, quietly orders dinner at the bar, and creeps back to the stairs with his food.

His eyes are red, and his movements are jerky and sharp. He's jumpy today.

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Two extremely large Hellhounds catch his scent and charge Smeagol. Lady Death follows immediately after. None of the three look happy to see him.

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It's rather bad enough to be charged by a normal dog when you're on edge and not feeling well and just hurt someone who you might otherwise have become really good friends with, but when it's two ridiculously huge dogs followed by the most terrifying woman you've ever seen in your life . . . well, it's bad, anyway.

He screams. He calculates ways of escape. He comes up with nothing. He hides under a table.

So much for dinner.

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She lifts the table out of the way with her power and looks down at the cowering little man. She looks to the Hellhounds. "Sit." And they obey. She looks to Smeagol.

"Yesterday you were outside. There was a man on the ground and next to him a golden heart. The heart is missing. Tell me about this."

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"I don't have it! I threw it in the lake! I don't have it, I swear!" Smeagol shrieks frantically, in a voice laced with undertones of please-don't-kill-me.

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She realizes that she isn't handling this at all compassionately, and makes an effort to gentle her tone.

"Will you show me where you threw it, and how hard?" It is a question, and not a demand.

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He only curls up tighter, shivering with fear, close to tears. It's been a bad week.

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"Go sit before the fire." She commands the Hellhounds, and so they obey.

She slowly lowers the table back in place. "If you cannot show me, could you show Sir Timothy?"

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Oooh, bad move. This just sets off another screaming fit.

"Not Tim! Not Tim! Please don't tell Tim! I'll show you where it was, but don't tell Tim!"

He runs out from beneath the table and to the door. For a short guy, he's fast.

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She stares after him a heartbeat's pause, then flies after him.

"Stay!" that's to her Hellhounds as she passes them.

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Smeagol runs to the lake, trying to keep as much distance between him and the terrifying woman as possible. When he reaches the spot where he found Zedd, he stops and points.

"I threw it here, as hard as I could," he says. "I don't know where it is now. Please, don't hurt me."

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She lands to stand next to him and looks where he points. "Thank you. I promise I will not harm you."

She looks to him. "You do not have to stay. You have my thanks, again." She nods. "If there is anything I can do for you, please do not hesitate to ask."

She removes her cloak as she looks to the lake, seriously intending to wade in.

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And he runs away, most likely to hide under his bed some more.

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She dives in. After much swimming around and searching, she gives up and heads inside to get warm by the fire.