A birthday request for a drabble about a character being tempted by the Ring

Weregild

He has failed. Failed to heal as he failed to protect. All he can do is ease the growing torment for a while. Straightening the blankets, his fingers brush against the hobbit's pocket, feel the unmistakable presence of the Ring.

Shame and helpless pity claw at him again. What would he not give to cut this ancient poison from the world; to turn the Nazguls' torturing blades back on themselves? Aye, what price would he not pay?

Frodo moans softly in his sleep, Samwise watches the Ranger closely across the sputtering fire, and Aragorn welcomes the suspicion in those eyes.