A ring can represent practically anything. Undying love, a silent promise, real friendship, commitment, but also nobility, worship or faith. There are rings that symbolize dependence, enslavement, eternity, and apparently there is one that stands for all that’s evil in this world. But let’s not forget a ring is nothing more than a piece of metal that fits nicely around a finger. It doesn’t even have to be pretty.

So don’t ask me why I ended up risking my life, going on this quest to destroy one. I mean, you can’t really blame me for getting caught up in things I don’t even believe in, right?

This is a tenth walker fic and English is my second language. It’s possible you’ll hate this story, but don’t forget you’re not obliged to do so. And seriously, I really like readers and absolutely love reviewers.

Lane's story culminates as she and the remaining Fellowship follow their own paths to Gondor. Lane finally thinks she has a shot at the happiness she's never before experienced, but choices are yet to be made if she ever wants a taste of it. Will she be allowed to stay in Middle-earth, or will she even be given a choice?

Boromir is in a bad mood.

Lane's story continues as she arrives in Edoras. Lane knew what it was to fight for the honor of her country, but she has never fought to help save innocent lives. And a closeness has grown between Legolas and Lane, but will their friendship survive it?