Gollum Quotes

Gollum is a character from the Lord of The Rings series who has become an iconic figure in pop culture. Gollum has always been fascinating to me, and I think he is worth another look. This blog post will go over some of my favorite quotes that made him into one of my favorite literary characters of all time!

Our Favorite Gollum Quotes

My Precious…

It came to me. My own. My love… My preciousness.

Lost! Lost! My Precious is lost!!

Baggins! Shire!!

The thieves! The thieves! The filthy little thieves! Where is it? Where is
it? They stole it from us. My precious. Curse them! We hates them! It’s ours, it is…and we wants it!

It burns! It burns us! It freezes! Nasty Elves twisted it. Take it off us!

No! That would kill us! Kill us!

We be nice to them if they be nice to us. Take it off us. We swears to do what you wants. We swears.

We swears to serve the master of the precious. We swears on… on the precious.

Yes… on the precious. On the precious.

See, see, we have led you out! Hurry hobbitses hurry. Very lucky we find you.

Nice hobbit.

A swamp, yes, yes. Come, master. We will take you on safe paths through the mist. Come, hobbits, come. We go quickly.

I found it, I did. The way through the marshes. Orcs don’t use it. Orcs don’t know it. They go round for miles and miles. Come quickly. Swift and quick as shadows we must be.

All dead. All rotten. Elves and men and orcses. A great battle long ago. The Dead Marshes. Yes, yes that is their name. This way. Don’t follow the lights.

Careful now, or hobbits go down to join the dead ones and light little candles of their own.

Don’t follow the lights!

Sooo bright. Sooo beautiful.

Mustn’t ask us. Not its business.

Cold be heart and hand and bone. Cold be travellers far from home.

They do not see what lies ahead, when sun has failed and moon is dead.

What did you call me?

My name… My name… S… S…Smeagol

Quick! They will see us! They will see us!

Dead? No, you cannot kill them. No.

Wraiths! Wraiths on wings! They are calling for it. They are calling for the precious.

Hurry, hobbits. The Black Gate is very close.

The Black Gate of Mordor.

Master says to show him the way into Mordor, so good Smeagol does. Master says so.

No! No, no master! They catch you! They catch you! Don’t take it to him! He wants the precious. Always he’s looking for it! And the precious is wanting to go back to him. But we mustn’t let
him have it.

No! There’s another way. More secret. A dark way

Because Master did not ask!

Yes. There is a path, and some stairs, and then a tunnel.

Good Smeagol always helps

We wants it. We needs it. Must have the precious. They stole it from us. Sneaky little hobbitses. Wicked, tricksy, false!

Yes, precious. False. They will cheat you, hurt you, lie.

Master’s my friend

You don’t have any friends. Nobody likes you…

Not listening. I’m not listening.


Go away!

I hate you. I hate you!

Where would you be without me? Gollum, gollum. I saved us. It was me. We survived because of me!

What did you say?

Master looks after us now. We don’t need you.

Leave now and never come back.

We… we told him to go away! And away he goes, precious. Gone, gone, gone! Smeagol is free!

Look! Look! See what Smeagol finds! Hehehe! Hahaha!

They are young. They are tender. They are nice. Yes they are! Eat them! Eat them!

Argh!! What’s it doing! Stupid fat hobbit! It ruins it!

What’s taters, precious? What’s taters uh?

Oh yes we could! Spoil nice fish… Give it to us raw… and wriggling! You keep nasty chips.

Wicked men. Servants of Sauron. They are called to Mordor. The Dark One is gathering all armies to him. It won’t be long now. He will soon be ready.

To make his war. The last war that will cover all the world in shadow.

The rock and pool is nice and cool, so juicy sweet! I only wish to catch a fish, so juicy sweet!

We must go now?

Smeagol… Why does it cry, Smeagol?

Cruel men hurts us. Master trickst us.

Of course he did. I told you he was tricksy. I told you he was false.

Master is our friend… our friend.

Master betrayed us.

Filthy little hobbitses. They stole it from us.

Master broke his promise.

Master betrayed us! Wicked, tricksy, false. We ought to wring his filthy
little neck. Kill him! Kill him! Kill them both. And then we take the precious
and we be the master.

Then we stabs them out. Put out his eyeses. And make him crawl.

Kill them both.

We could let her do it. Yes. She could do it. Yes, precious she could. And then we takes it once they’re dead. Once they’re dead. Shh. Come on, hobbits. Long ways to go yet. Smeagol will show you the way. Follow me.

Give us that, Deagol, my love!

Because its my birthday, and I wants it.

They cursed us. Murderer. Murderer they called us. They cursed us and drove us away.

And we wept, Precious, we wept to be so alone. And we forgot the taste of bread, the sound of trees, the softness of the wind . . . We even forgot our own name. Gollum! Gollum! It’s mine! My own. It came to me. My Precious.

Wake up! Wake up! Wake up, sleepies! We must go, yes, we must go at once!

Come on, must go, no time … no time to lose, silly.

Come, Hobbitses. Very close now. Very close to Mordor! No safe places here. Hurry! Shhh.

Mustn’t wake them, mustn’t ruin it now! They knows, they knows, they suspects us.

What is it saying, my Precious, my love? Is Smeagol losing his nerve? No! Not! Never!! Smeagol hates nasty Hobbitses! Smeagol wants to see: them dead! And we will, Smeagol did it once. . .. He can do it again. It’s ours, ours! We must get the Precious. We must get it back. Patience, patience, my love. First we must lead them to her. We lead them to the windy stairs. Yes, the stairs … and then? Up, up, up, up the stairs we go . . . until we come to . . . the Tunnel!

And when they go in, there’s no coming out. She’s always hungry, she always needs to feed. She must eat, all She gets is filthy Orcses. And they doesn’t taste very nice, does they, Precious? No . . . not very nice at all, my love. She hungers for sweeter meats . . .

“Hobbit meat.” And when She throws away the bones and the empty clothes, then we will find it . . And take it for Me! For us! The Precious will be ours once the Hobbitses are dead!

Never! Smeagol wouldn’t hurt a fly! He’s a horrid, fat Hobbit who hates Smeagol and who makes up nasty lies!

The Dead City, very nasty place, full of … enemies.

Quick! Quick! They will see, they will see.

Come away, come away. Look! We have found it.

The way into Mordor!

The secret stairs . . . climb!

Careful, Master – careful! Very far to fall. Very dangerous on the stairs.

Come to Smeagol.

Why does he hates poor Smeagol? What has Smeagol ever done to him? Master?

Master carries heavy burden . . . Smeagol knows . . . Heavy, heavy burden. Fat one cannot know. Smeagol look after Master.

He wants it, he needs it. Smeagol sees it in his eye. Very soon he will ask you for it, you will see . . . the Fat One will take it from you.

Smeagol? No, no, not poor Smeagol. Smeagol hates nasty Elf bread!

What’s this? Crumbs on his jacketses! He took it! He took it! I seen him, he’s always stuffing himself when Master’s not looking!

See! See! He wants it for himself.

Orcses filth! Orcses come in here sometimes.

You will see . . . Oh, yes . . . You will see.

Naughty little fly, Why does it cry? Caught in a web Soon you’ll be? Eaten!

Got away did it, Precious? Not this time, not this time!

It wasn’t us! It wasn’t us! Smeagol wouldn’t hurt Master.

Smeagol promised. You must believe us. It was the Precious – the Precious made us to do it.

Sneaking? Sneaking? Fat Hobbit is always so polite. Smeagol shows them secret ways that
nobody else could find and they say “Sneak!”, “Sneak!”. Very nice friends, oh yes, my Precious, very nice.

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