The Ring slides around the hobbit's neck as Arwen bathes his wound. He is dying. All our skill cannot save him.

She could wield it. Is she not daughter and granddaughter of great lords, wise and strong in her own right? Aragorn is too timid to take what is rightfully his; she will give it to him and he will reign at her side… Her fingertips strain toward the shining band, but Frodo stirs, and they brush his swollen shoulder instead.

She backs away. If I steal the Ring, his mind will break. And so, in the end, would hers.

[For Elana, who wanted to see characters tempted by the Ring.]