“Hurry!” Wriothesley hissed, pulling you along. “We can’t let that thing find us!”

You trembled in his arms, the accursed golden ring in your hand.

“We still have a long way ahead of us, let’s get back to camp shall we?” He muttered. “Gandalf and the others are waiting.”

You nodded, shaking. Why were you chosen to bear such a danger? You were anything but worthy. You looked back at your childhood friend. He was willing to risk his life to help you. You might as well be determined like him.