Greed
A mind reels of destruction, followed still through barren wastes. We've reached Morder, and Mount Doom is close, and yet so far away. The Ring calls to me constantly. I can have all I want and more, if only I were to claim it as my own. Money, power, riches, fame... whatever I want. Greed is not part of a hobbit's nature, yet it's so appealing to me. Put the Ring on my finger, and all the world could be mine. It speaks to me, and I begin to think I cannot refuse it. It weighs heavy upon my heart.