Precious

It was my birthday that day, so we took a boat down the river.  Fish darted, silver and gold, in the sparkling water.  Then, I saw it.  A different gold; glinting, shining on the river-bed. 

He saw it as well.  He wanted my pretty.  A ring it was, golden; shining and glittering in the sun.  A present, for me.  Beautiful – so very beautiful.

“Give us that, my love.  It’s my birthday.” 

Instead, he snatched the ring back – tried to keep it!  So, I took it.  Killed him – I had to.  The ring was mine – my birthday present.  Mine.

My preciousss. 

Author's Notes:  This was written for the 'Greed' challenge at Tolkien Weekly