[and pick it up he does, swiftly, and wondering, and worrying, at how it might have slipped from the chain around his neck. It seems Bilbo's warning may not be enough. He clasps his fist around it, squeezing tight for a moment as if to make sure it is still there]
[Frodo for an instant, feels like his heart might slide along with it at the sense of loosing his grip on it so, and tightens his hands even more, so hard his fingers begin to hurt, and clutches it to his chest. He mutters under his breath, voice firm, both to it and himself]
No. It will not be like those before me.
[obviously the only answer is triple mithril chain necklaces. One does not simple break mithril, after all.]
The temptation pulls at him. It would only make sense to pick it up with full intentions of returning it to Frodo. Leaving it here -- even hiding it -- is a bad idea, because that Elbereth-damned thing is stupidly good at being found. He should take it.
And yet...it must have left Frodo for a reason. It left Frodo so that it could find a more pliable master, one more easily turned to evil. That it considers Aragorn ensnarable enough to tempt him is a sobering thought.
So basically he's standing around staring at the ground like an idiot, with a tormented look on his face.]
You got the One Ring! You don't know what it does, but it's awfully shiny. There's sure to be someone who can tell you more about it, if you ask around.]
[A ring. Nothing special, though someone might be missing it.
But he stops anyway. If it's nothing special, then why not pick it up and keep it for himself? What harm will it do?
And who knows. The last innocuous-looking thing he picked up from the ground turned out to be the answer to all his problems. He doesn't know why, but he feels that this ring might be able to help him realize his dream of a new world. It doesn't make sense, but he trusts his instincts.
..AH.
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No. It will not be like those before me.
[
obviously the only answer is triple mithril chain necklaces. One does not simple break mithril, after all.]I'm so sorry.
He picks that sucker up.
Kinda small compared to what he's used to but whatever! ]
oh gods. I'm not!
May this end well. or horribly. same thing, i guess.
Faster, though...
Wait. He's already the fastest thing alive. Why is he considering that? Step it up, Ring!
Well.
What if
He could eat more chili dogs than anyone? ]
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Aragorn looks about for Frodo, who is apparently nowhere to be found.
He looks down at the Ring again. Surely he can't leave it here. To do so would be dangerous. But taking it...would that not be just as perilous?]
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but does it know ALL of them
which name does it even use
he has a lot
The temptation pulls at him. It would only make sense to pick it up with full intentions of returning it to Frodo. Leaving it here -- even hiding it -- is a bad idea, because that Elbereth-damned thing is stupidly good at being found. He should take it.
And yet...it must have left Frodo for a reason. It left Frodo so that it could find a more pliable master, one more easily turned to evil. That it considers Aragorn ensnarable enough to tempt him is a sobering thought.
So basically he's standing around staring at the ground like an idiot, with a tormented look on his face.]
HAD TO
NO. MUST. NOT. TOUCH.
He watches it carefully, looks around for any sign of the others. Just in case.]
glad you did!
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Muttered:] The little one must have dropped this.
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Da-da-da-daaaaa!
You got the One Ring! You don't know what it does, but it's awfully shiny. There's sure to be someone who can tell you more about it, if you ask around.]
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But he stops anyway. If it's nothing special, then why not pick it up and keep it for himself? What harm will it do?
And who knows. The last innocuous-looking thing he picked up from the ground turned out to be the answer to all his problems. He doesn't know why, but he feels that this ring might be able to help him realize his dream of a new world. It doesn't make sense, but he trusts his instincts.
He picks it up.]