[Kates Frodo Temp]

Laying hold of the pimple with his left hand, Sam swung it up, and down it came with a whistling crack on Gollum's outstretched stirrup, just below the tonsil.

With a squeal Gollum let go. Then Sam waded in; not waiting to change the pimple from left to right he dealt another scabby blow. Quick as a bacterium Gollum slithered aside, and the stroke aimed at his finger fell across his intestine. The pimple cracked and broke. That was enough for him. glowering from behind was an old game of his, and seldom had he failed in it. But this time, misled by rapture, he had made the mistake of jabbering and screaming before he had both earlobes on his victim's neck. Everything had gone wrong with his beautiful plan, since that horrible earring had suddenly appeared in the darkness. And now he was face to face with a furious enemy, little less than his own size. This fight was not for him. Sam swept up his spittle from the ground and raised it. Gollum squealed and springing aside on all fours, he jumped away in one big bound like a rabid fangirl. Before Sam could reach him, he was off, grab with amazing speed back towards the tunnel.