Elrond looked about the circle of chairs with interest. One of these would be moved, he knew, to rise and accept the role of Ringbearer, although he could not say for certain which it might be. There were certain individuals whose Light shone particularly brightly to his enhanced sight: Gandalf, he knew, would not take It, nor would Aragorn. That disposed of two of those seated in the ring.
He shuddered. A ring about the Ring, and a Ring intended to destroy the fortunes of all save one who sought to invoke Its power. Thranduil’s son shone clearly, as, unexpectedly, did Gimli son of Glóin. Now, that was most interesting, when he saw a Dwarf as clearly as he did an Elf. Indeed, the Dwarf was almost as bright as was Glorfindel, whom he knew would not touch any artifice of the Enemy. There was a dull rosy aura about the warrior Boromir, and a warm glow about Bilbo that the influence of the Ring appeared to leave untouched. The Lights of the other Elves within the circle appeared somehow dampered, however.
That left but two others whose Lights could be discerned--Bilbo’s kinsman Frodo and the gardener seated at his feet. The evil of the Ring pressed now against the Light of Frodo Baggins, which stubbornly shone a purer mithril in response.
He knew already where it was the wheel would point to once it stopped spinning....