[ Pardon Lance as he utterly, miserably, pathetically Fails to Read The Goddamn Air. His eyebrow cocks, his lips purse, he stares at this ring that, for no particularly good reason in his honest opinion, is being made a huge deal out of. It should come to him, son of the Steward of Gondor and all, but it doesn't. He guffaws: ]

Seriously, guys? A ring? That's what all this is about? We all travelled miles upon miles to ooo and ahh over a ring? [ A laugh finally slips out of him, floored in many ways. ]