In the Darkness Bind Them - The Ring's final moments at the Crack of Doom

And In The Darkness Bind Them


For years, he thwarted me. Judging me but a trinket and content with simple pleasures, he withstood my temptations as none before him had done. But now, no memory of home or friends remains to shield him from my influence, and I feed him dreams: of green valleys slumbering beneath a brilliant sun, and starlight with voices chanting from afar; of knowledge unlimited and the power to heal the world of its hurts. Within his heart grows the desire to control me, to claim me for his own.

Like the dreams, his desire will prove false. No bauble am I to be ruled by the likes of this puny mortal. Forged in the very fires of the earth and shaped by immortal malice, I have but one Lord. My master and I shall soon be rejoined, and none will stand before us.

A fountain of flame greets me as I enter the chamber of my birth. Foolish mortal. Still, he deludes himself with visions of my destruction; in truth, he is mine. My own. I have taken him as I did all the others. And as I did them, I will betray him. No master is deserving of my loyalty save one: he who created me, granting me his own strength and filling me with his will.

The earth throbs in sympathy with my power. The moment of triumph is at hand.

"I have come. But I do not choose now to do what I came to do. I will not do this deed. The Ring is mine!"

With his words, the final barrier is destroyed. For an instant only I allow him to savor my power, then I wrest from him all control and lay bare his mind to my true master. Come swiftly to claim me, my lord, I await your touch. Victory is within our grasp.

A single moment of exultation, then terror overwhelms me. What have we to fear, my master? Rejoined we are invincible.

But our folly is made plain as I am torn from the halfling's hand.

"Precious, precious, precious!"

I strive to control his madness; but the desire to possess me is the only coherent thought remaining within his shattered mind.

"My Precious! O my Precious!"

Lost in his lunacy, the creature totters upon the chasm's edge.

No! We are falling.



Plummeting into the fire from which I was born, into the flames that will be my death.

But I do not go accompanied by only this gangrel creature; linked forever by malevolence and greed, my master's spirit falls with me.

One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne,
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them,
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.

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