"You cannot."

There was such sadness in Tauriel's voice now, such unhappiness and worry. She met Frodo's eyes solidly, her gaze no longer straying to where the Ring lay. Still, she implored him with her expression, and she spread her hands.

"There is none among us who know the secret of how to leave this place. We know not how we were brought, we know not how to leave. You must stay. You can avoid him - indeed, we must try to make sure of that - but both of you are here, and neither can escape.

Above all else, Frodo, you must ensure he does not discover what you carry. He must never know."

But Frodo would know that already. He'd been charged with the burden, of course he would know. Tauriel shook her head, needing urgently to find some solution.

"Do you trust my people, Frodo? Those elders that are here would help you if they could - Lord Elrond, Lady Galadriel, and my King, Thranduil of Mirkwood. If your faith could be placed in them, I would beg you to seek their counsel."