'I endured him as long as I could, but the truth was desperately important, and in the end I had to be harsh. I put the fear of fire on him, and wrung the true story out of him, bit by bit, together with much snivelling and snarling. He thought he was misunderstood and ill-used. But when he had at last told me his history, as far as the end of the Riddle-game and Bilbo’s escape, he would not say any more, except in dark hints. Some other fear was on him greater than mine. He muttered that he was going to gel his own back. People would see if he would stand being kicked, and driven into a hole and then robbed. Gollum had good friends now, good friends and very strong. They would help him. Baggins would pay for it. That was his chief thought. He hated Bilbo and cursed his name. What is more, he knew where he came from.’
‘My a’n porthas dre dermyn mar hir dell yllis vy, mes an gwiryonedh o a-vri dres eghenn, ha wor’tiwedh, res o dhymm bos anhwek. My a worras own a dan warnodho, hag a dennas an hwedhel gwir diworto, tamm ha tamm, gans merans ha gryslans meur. Ev a dybis y vos kammgonvedhys ha tebeldyghtys. Mes wor’tiwedh, pan lavarsa ev y istori orthiv, bys yn diwedh a’n gwari-rim ha diank Bylbo, ny wrussa ev leverel moy, marnas kampoellow tewl. Yth esa neb own dhodho hag o brassa es y own ahanav. Ev a hanasas ev dhe gavoes drog-gras. Ev a dhiskwedhsa dhe dus ma na borthsa ev bos potys, ha dannvenys yn toll, ha perthi tus a ladra diworto. Yth esa kowetha da dhe Golum lemmyn, kowetha da ha pur grev. I a’n gweressa. Bagyns a dalvia. Henn o y benndybyans. Kas o gans Golum Bylbo, hag ev a volletha y hanow. Hag ynwedh, ev a woer an le may teuth ev.’langbot langbot