"You are truly worthy of leading the Fellowship," Galadriel said, gazing in awe at my amazingly fluffy wings and orange bill, which were both so beautiful that even the elves of Lothlorien had never seen such a sight.

I honked at her.

In fact, I had already hidden the One Ring beyond even Sauron's reach (it had no power over me, as it had over the hobbit I'd taken it from); I was here only to begin my theft of the elvish rings.