It was a gloomy evening in New York City, the streets glistening with rain under the amber glow of streetlights. Gollum, hunched and shivering in a ragged coat he’d found in a dumpster, crept through the bustling avenues, muttering to himself.

His obsession had brought him here—to the towering Trump Tower, where his precious coin was rumored to reside. “Thieveses,” Gollum hissed under his breath, his voice a rasping whisper. “Fat, greedy men with shiny towerses, taking what’s ours!”

The coin wasn’t just any coin; it was a golden token etched with strange symbols, a relic of an ancient time. To Gollum, it was more than gold—it was his lifeline, his obsession, his everything. And now it was in the clutches of a man who loved shiny things as much as he did.

The Entrance

Gollum slunk into the opulent lobby of Trump Tower, his wide eyes darting around at the golden accents and gleaming marble. “Such wealth… such glitters…” he whispered, momentarily distracted by his surroundings. But then his resolve hardened. “Focus, precious, focus! We must get it back!”

He slipped past the security guards with surprising ease, weaving through shadows like a specter. The elevator doors gleamed before him, and he squeezed in behind a group of unsuspecting businessmen. Up, up they went, to the highest floors, where he knew the man called Trump resided.

The Confrontation

The elevator dinged, and Gollum stepped out into a lavish office. There, behind a massive desk, sat Donald Trump himself, leaning back in his chair, a smug smile on his face. On the desk, under the glow of a golden lamp, lay the coin. Gollum froze, his heart pounding. “There it is… our precious! Yes, yes, we see it!” Trump looked up, startled. “What the—who let you in here? Are you part of the cleaning crew?” Smeagol stepped forward, his bony fingers twitching. “We wants it back! It’s ours! Stolen from us, it was!”

‍Trump leaned back in his chair, raising an eyebrow. “Stolen? This?” He picked up the coin, holding it between his fingers. “This is a magnificent piece. I had it polished. Looks fantastic, doesn’t it? You want it? Make me an offer.”

Gollum's lip quivered. “Offer? No, no! It’s not yours to sell, thief! We takes it!” Trump chuckled, unbothered. “You’re scrappy, I’ll give you that. But business is business. What’s it worth to you?”

The Bargain

Gollum's mind raced. He couldn’t fight this man—too tall, too powerful, too… orange. He had to outwit him. “We… we tells you secrets,” he croaked. “Yes, yes! Secrets of the deep places… treasures beyond your imaginings!”

Trump’s eyes gleamed with interest. “Treasures, huh? I like the sound of that. But how do I know you’re not pulling a fast one on me?” Gollum licked his lips nervously. “There’s a cave… a hidden place beneath the Misty Mountains. Gold, jewels, ancient power! But only we knows the way.” Trump leaned forward, intrigued. “Alright, little guy. You tell me where this cave is, and the coin’s yours. Deal?” Gollum hesitated. “Deal!” he hissed, knowing full well he’d send Trump chasing shadows.

The Escape

Trump handed over the coin, and Gollum clutched it greedily, cradling it in his hands. “My precious… my beautiful, shiny precious!” he murmured, tears of joy streaming down his face.“Now, where’s the cave?” Trump demanded. Gollum grinned slyly. “Far, far away, across mountains and rivers. You’ll need a guide… perhaps we helps you someday.” Without waiting for a response, he scuttled out of the office, disappearing into the elevator before Trump could react.

‍Aftermath

Back in the streets, Gollum held his coin tight, his joy overwhelming. He had outsmarted the great Trump and reclaimed what was his. Meanwhile, Trump, now obsessed with the idea of hidden treasures, began assembling an expedition to the Misty Mountains, unaware he’d been duped.

As Gollum disappeared into the night, his raspy laugh echoed through the city. “Foolses, they all are. The precious is ours, and no one will takes it again!”For now, at least, Gollum was content. But obsessions like his never truly rest…