Short chapter.
Its voice...
"I am here. I am living. From the grave, I seek my soul."
I can hear it in my head. It- it whispers to me.
"Bring to me what is mine."
I didn't hear it when I first held it in my hand. My warm fingers ran along the sides of the cold gold band. I was enthralled by it and traced it countless of times, so many times.
I had it for three days before it spoke to me - whispered inside my head.
The words were subtle at first. Then when I closed my eyes, faint pictures played in my dreams and I could hear its voice in my mind. It's soft though - not overpowering. It's a pleading sort of cry.
Like a mewling reborn phoenix trying to get back into the world. But I can still hear this magic ring's voice - the voice that has bound to it...
"I am found. I will be heard. I will return to power."
If I am still - away from others, by myself - I can feel the air of its voice. I can feel the breath upon my ear, ghosting by. I can feel the coldness spread through my chest. I can feel the weight of its burden - though I do not know what burden this is.
"I am weak. I am helpless - in a stage of infancy again. To be born again is to carry the memories of my potential."
Then it lifts and I am left wanting more...
"Ash nazg durbatulûk,"
I have not worn it yet. Something inside me says I should - that I must put it on and feel its power within me.. But I can't. There's a blinding fear that somehow, some way, I'll be caught by Fili and this ring'll be taken from me.
"Ash nazg gimbatul,"
And I mustn't let that happen.
"Ash nazg thrakatulûk agh burzum-ishi krimpatul."
No, I mustn't part from my ring.
"It is precious to me. The One Ring."
It came to me... my precious.
Her breath hitched and she turned the ring slowly between her fingers. Her blue eyes mesmerized by the flecks of gold flickering off in the dying candlelight. She repeated the motion so much, she hadn't moved from her seat at the table since her brother left that morning.
To think that little hobbit had this in his possession a few short months ago. She often wondered how the creature came to have the object in the first place. He had to have gotten it during the quest to reclaim the mountain... Perhaps she should have begged her father to let her and Stonehelm join them.
But chaos ensued at the mountain and now, it was hers. Yes, it was all hers... and hers alone. She let herself look down at the ring once more, her eyes tracing its shape and body. She memorized each curve, each glint of gold, each precious-
An sudden sharp knock on the front door startled her. She dropped the ring and it clattered onto the table then the floor - loudly in the freshly-pierced silence. "Y-yes?" she asked, her voice faltering slightly. Who was it on the other side of that door? And did they notice the ring had gone missing? Were they here to take it from her?
"Dyla, it's Dis," came the answer. "I was wondering if you'd like to come over for a cup of tea." Dis held a twinge of hopefulness in her tone.
She sniffed and rubbed at her eyes. The exhausting activity of doing nothing for several hours finally catching up to her. She smoothed her skirts and picked up the gold ring, tucking it into her pocket. She opened the door, giving her best smile to the other woman. "Of course, I'd be delighted."
Translation for the little piece of Black Speech:
"One ring to rule them all, One ring to find them. One ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them."