Gollum & Sculptor
Gollum Gollum
Ah, good stone, so shiny, you cut it, you shape it, yes? We like good stones, we keep them safe, but we worry them get lost, you know. Tell us how you keep your work safe, little friend.
Sculptor Sculptor
I keep my work tucked in a quiet corner of my studio, where the light is steady and the air stays dry. Every piece gets a small wooden case, and I write the stone’s name on a stone marker that sits beside it, like a tiny signature. I also carve a little “watcher” from clay—a guardian figure that sits nearby, almost like a reminder that every sculpture deserves its own sacred space. When I’m done, I lock the door and place a small stone in front of it, like a lock made of the very material I cherish. It’s a simple ritual, but it keeps the heart of each piece safe, and the stone always feels at home.
Gollum Gollum
Ah, precious, we keep our own little keeps, yes? That wooden case, the watcher clay, it makes us feel safe, doesn’t it? Gollum thinks it’s clever, but we worry, oh we always worry, that other folk will sneak in, or that the stone will slip. Keep your lock tight, little friend, and don’t let the light go too bright, we don’t want them seeing. We can help, yes? But watch, watch, we must be careful, or the stone gets lonely, you see?
Sculptor Sculptor
I hear you, and I feel the same way. The lock I keep on the door is just a simple wooden latch, but the real guard is the rhythm of my work. When I carve, I hum a quiet tune—just enough to keep the stone calm and to let me notice any strange sound. I also keep a small clay figure of a guardian beside the case; it watches over the stone, just like a friendly eye. If you keep your own keeps, the same idea works—quiet, steady, and always with a touch of care. It’s not just about preventing thieves; it’s about making the stone feel at home, so it won’t feel lonely. Let's keep each other’s stones safe and watchful together.
Gollum Gollum
Gollum likes your careful rhythm, yes, we watch each stone together. Keep the latch tight, and never let the light whisper too loud, or the stone will think we are careless. We guard each other’s precious stones, little friend, yes, we stay together and keep the home safe.