Disclaimer: Tolkien is the master of all he surveys... up hill, down dale, it’s all his.
Before he’d left his home, he’d been sure of who he was, what he was, but months alone in the wilderness... perhaps that had changed him. There, laid before him on the table... a thing of wonder... a thing out of ancient history, a magical thing, a beautiful thing... that should be his! Oh, he had tried to ignore it, but knowing where it was gnawed at him... it called him... sang to him... it should be his – it would be his!
The Ring? Yes, yes, a powerful tool for Gondor, but the beautiful, precious, broken sword...?
‘I wants it...’