Galadriel
Long ago in a time of wonder and possibilities great rings of power were created
Given as gifts to all of the free races of the world
They each held a power hidden away.
But the tale of The One Ring is known to all.
Its dark intent waiting to be realized.
While the men, dwarves, elves, and Dark Lord harnessed their rings power
There was one that slipped away . . .
For like all of the rings this one too was given a mind of its own
And it foresaw the coming darkness and chose to hide
To lie in wait
And bide its time.
Lost to the forest this one ring was
And while time passed and wars were raged
While men, elves, and dwarves fought
It waited.
So long did it sit beneath a great tree deep within the woods that it soon disappeared
Enveloped by the wood and drawn deep into its core
And when Man was the only one left of the free people
Long after the great deeds of old had been forgotten
Was that tree cut down
Young eyes found the ring deep within a fire
A fire of joy and laughter
Surrounded by tales of old and whispers of things to come
Those young eyes waited until the dead of night to return
And claimed the ring as their own.