For four hundred years, It had languished in places dank and dark and very far from The Master, suffering the declining sanity of the little creature who had claimed It; four hundred years had passed since instigating murder as Its first act of mayhem in one and a half millennia.
Finally, It could take the wait no longer, and had escaped the creature Gollum - although not far enough. Years It had lain in the dusty rubble on the cavern floor. And when the chance for freedom and return came, where did It end up?
In a hobbit's pocket.
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