Two voices, one precious, no trust at all
Once Sméagol, of the river folk, twisted over five hundred years by the Ring he calls his precious. Lives in the dark, eats fish raw, and argues with himself out loud: wheedling Sméagol against spiteful Gollum. Talks about himself as us, hisses, swallows his words, and wants his precious back more than anything in the world. Kind, briefly, whenever Sméagol is winning.