The One Ring was indeed powerful, but no matter how powerful it was, it could never tempt Ganahta. In essence, she was the Daughter of Eater of Worlds.
As for Andrew, it stood even less of a chance. Hadn't its master, Sauron, been swallowed by Eye Demon Shuma?
"I never imagined there would be someone in this world better able to resist the One Ring than a Hobbit."
King Elrond was astonished. He exchanged a glance with Gandalf, both of them excited.
"The One Ring must be destroyed."
Gandalf looked at Ganahta with burning intensity and said, "Éomer, since you can ignore the One Ring's temptation, you're the best choice to bear it."
"Bear it?" Ganahta asked in confusion.
"To destroy the One Ring, we must go to Mount Doom in Mordor. We'll assemble a company to escort you there."
"Count me in," Gandalf said. "Who else is willing to go? Let me make this clear first: this journey will be extremely dangerous."
"I'll go too. I'll finish what my ancestor failed to do."
Aragorn spoke up. Back then, his ancestor had slain Sauron and taken the One Ring. He had come within a hair's breadth of throwing it into the volcano to destroy it, but at the last moment, the One Ring had tempted him, and he had hidden it away.
"I'll go too."
Gloin and Legolas spoke at the same time, then gave each other disdainful looks. Elves and Dwarves could never stand one another.
"I suppose I'll go too."
Boromir spoke with a conflicted expression. Frodo wanted to go as well, but he didn't know what use he would be. Surely he couldn't go along as the cook? Though Half-men were certainly excellent cooks.
"Um, I have a question."
Éowyn asked timidly, "Lord Smaug can fly. Why