They fought fiercely, like dogs grappling for food. The heat and the red glow permiating the space between them lent energy to their limbs instead of leeching it off them.

“My precious!” Gollum shrieked.

“Mine!” Frodo growled.

A voice, which sounded suspiciously like Sam’s, screamed to him to fight the Ring’s influence. It cleared his mind

But he could not let go of the Ring without Gollum’s seizing it, and he would not stoop as low as tossing Gollum into the fiery chasm if the creature did seize it.

“Farewell, Sam!” he shouted. Then he threw himself into the chasm.