But Master told us not to attack…

The Precious calls us, yes it does, to be with it again would make us free, free, I tell you.

He desires it too and He’s looking, always looking now. Always does he want Bagginses… wants His Ring.

As do we, and as soon as we get the precious, all will be better, all will end. We are its masters, precious.

No fool, it’s dangerous, foolish…longer must we wait to see what the tricksy hobbitses are up to…Longer we must wait and when the precious is gone, we will then turn to dust.