"I wish the ring had never come to me, I wish known of this had happened", I replied to Gandalf. I lived my life in the shire, and I knew my life there was privilged. This ring is not part of my life, it never was until my uncle dumped it on me. I was so sure of how things would become, so oblivious of the reality I have walked into. I laid my heart to this ring, open to the benign indifference of the universe. I did not feel it so unlike myself, indeed, it made me realize that I'd been happy, and that I could not be happy again until I was rid of this cursed tool of evil.
"So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us" Gandalf solemnly spoke back, as if he were reflecting on events that had already happened.