Galadriel held each one with her eye inquiring what could make him shirk the quest as goddesses probed Paris with their bribes to say that of the three, he loved her best. Proud Boromir was keen to try his hand at playing hero to all MiddleEarth, astride a continent at his command, but over-confident in his own worth. Wee folk displayed what bigger players lack; humility to bear, and lose, the One. With Gollum’s aid, they pitched it in the Crack of Doom, because that’s what had to be done.
Stout hobbits made an end of the One Ring while Sauron’s gaze was elsewhere on a king.