And so the day has come. As soon as it is light we will get ready to proceed to Mt. Doom and destroy the Ring Iorhael made. But, now that I am holding the Ring again, I discovered an interesting thing about it while a'maelamin was in the washroom. Now, I didn't feel its pull since it came to him again like I used to, before he last left, and I don't feel it either while I'm carrying it. But the funny thing is, when I take the other ring--the one I have been carrying since September--when I take it and put it aside, it . . . pulls me. It demands that I take it back and carry it. And at the same time, I can feel the weight of the Ring of Power settled in my pocket now, when that ring isn't beside it. When I put that ring back in my pocket, the pull of the one and the weight of the Other cease. And I know what this ring wants, this ring that is so ordinary, that I merely purchased. It wants me to carry it, until it can be placed where it rightfully belongs. And I cannot say I do not agree with it more. My heart bids it so.