The Great Ring shall go now to be
an heirloom of the North Kingdom; but records of it shall be left in Gondor,
where also dwell the heirs of Elendil, lest a time come when the memory of
these great matters shall grow dim.
It was hot when I first took it,
hot as a glede, and my hand was scorched, so that I doubt if ever again I shall
be free of the pain of it. Yet even as I write it is cooled, and it seemeth to
shrink, though it loseth neither its beauty nor its shape. Already the writing
upon it, which at first was as clear as red flame, fadeth and is now only
barely to be read. It is fashioned in an elven-script of Eregion, for they have
no letters in Mordor for such subtle work; but the language is unknown to me. I
deem it to be a tongue of the Black Land, since it is foul and uncouth. What
evil it saith I do not know; but I trace here a copy of it, lest it fade beyond
recall. The ring misseth, maybe, the heat of Sauron's hand, which was black and
yet burned like fire, and so Gil-Galad was destroyed; and maybe were the gold
made hot again, the writing would be refreshed. But for my part I will risk no
hurt to this thing: of all the works of Sauron the only fair. It is precious to
me, though I buy it with great pain.
Ash
nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul, ash nazg thrakatulûk, agh burzum-ishi
krimpatul.
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring
to find them, One Ring to bring them all and in the Darkness bind them.
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