You found something in the river. Sméagol sees you inspecting the object in your hands, and makes his way over. He peers over your shoulder, and his smile fades as you show him the ring. His demeanour changes, and he’s unusually serious.

“Give it to me. Let me have a look at it, come on… let me hold the ring.”

he tries reaching to grab it, but you retract your hand just in time.

“Let me have a closer look, friend.”