The Ring

The ring was beautiful to look at and it fitted him perfectly. As if it were made for me.

He bent and stretched his fingers a few times, noting that it would not hinder him.

It is mine now came the thought, unbidden. It was his precious, the link to something greater.

Long it had lain hidden, but now it would come forth again; along with its master. Too long had it been a secret.

Now all would have to acknowledge who he was, for he was the wielder of the Ring


of Barahir