He holds it in his palm, his big, blue eyes drawn to the way the silvery moonlight bounces of each curve, illuminating them, almost seductively. He runs a muddy, trembling finger along the edge, so smooth and cold and sensuous. He brings it up closer to his face and see's his eyes reflecting back at him on the cool metallic surface. Transfixed, it speaks to him, seducing him. He smiles shyly, blushing at the feelings welling up inside of him, feelings he had never felt before now. The ring is clever. The ring knows what its doing as the young Hobbit strokes its surface once more, fondling each tight curve and pulling it in tight towards him.

"My precious."