“Is she yours, Gandalf?”
 
“For now. Actually she fares from a world far beyond comprehension. I wished to come here and look through some tomes that would benefit my task.”
 
“That ring…Trixie finds it to be rather resplendent in appearance. She thinks it would look good on her horn…”
 
Gandalf plants a foot on Trixie’s tail while she unconsciously tries to trot towards the ring
 
“Of course, when I met her, her mannerisms could have used work. Apparently humility is lost on her.”
 
“Yes, and it would seem that she, too, is submissive to the ring’s power. Say, did you find that hobbit that was willing to take it back to Mt. Doom?”
 
“He was going to be the next stop. This pony is much like myself, only she failed miserably on her arrival.”