"I've tried to stop him before but he keeps trying to marry her! It's all about her father's riches and the fame that she'd bring him."
"We can't just let him do this to her, besides she knows more about that ring than I do."
"Yes, she does, but she refuses to tell me what secret she keeps." Strider sighed. "I've known her all her life, she introduced me to Arwen, and she helped me get to you."
"I want to know her more, I really do," Frodo answered.
Strider chuckled, "I know you do," and he ruffled Frodo's hair.
"That's it, the day of the wedding, we leave, and she's coming with us!"
******
It was long past midnight and Frodo and Taryn were under their favorite oak again, discussing Strider's plans, and just singing old songs that they remembered from their childhood.
"Quite an adventure we are going to have, dear Frodo, what an adventure."
"The greatest," Frodo whispered, and looking into Taryn's eyes he leaned forward.
She looked right back and him and attempted to kiss him.
But as his tunic touched her gown she suddenly shouted.
The ring had hit right above her chest and there was a hissing sound.
"Taryn!" Frodo screamed, his eyes burning with fear and his heart beating with fury. The ring had ruined his chance.
"What happened?" he asked holding her limp body in his arms.
Taryn pulled down the neck of her dress, and right where her heart would be, there was a burn, a burn of an exact replica of the ring.