I like to gollum's eyes. It has a touch of fear and obsession. The greased, moist strands of hair makes him look psychotic as if he was going to ambush me. The wrinkly and depressing skin makes me feel angst. It's small, dirty and chipped teeth completes the horrific creature.
The coincidental situation in where I just finished forging a ring in my workshop..I hear a slow creaking sound followed by damp footsteps full of murderous intent. The worn out and creepy face looks to me then down to the ring I was holding with care.
It's mesmerized face to the ring I see. "Gah! I've got to run!" I whispered to the invisible and dense air in my workshop. The scrawny creature is near me crawling on the creaking, wooden tiles. Obviously it wants the ring..but how close is this to the original!? I began to stand up, rising the ring above my head.
Then the creeping creature exclaims, "My precious....my precious, MY PRECIOUS!"
I begin and realize I was not the one dominated the workshop, wasn't the last one in there but a unicorn with no cutie mark, a saddening thought.