Two: Ring and ring
Year 3292 in Imladviel's vision.
*The Faceless One looks at the captured elf. In his hand there is a ring of mithril with a red stone. In his hand there is also a sword.
The elf is a woman, nobly dressed. She speaks. 'This is no way to treat a Lady of Imladris!' 'Mllad-rriss.' The voice mocks her. The Faceless One lifts his sword.
But he lowers the blade slowly. 'Ell-rrronnd?' The blade points at a ring on her finger. A simple golden ring it is, so how does he know?
Tears in her eyes.
Then... then... then... Fire, Ice, Death, Body, Body, Mother! Pain, Born, Child. Death.
Mother.
Father?
With your sword I shall slay thee, gladly shall I pierce thy heart. To Elrond I shall take my mother's ring, for my mother's blood I take a fiery stone set in metal ice. A fiery stone set in mithril. Stone set in mithril. Set in mithril. Mithril.
Like my mother's blood, it is precious... *
Year 3292 in Imladviel's vision.
*The Faceless One looks at the captured elf. In his hand there is a ring of mithril with a red stone. In his hand there is also a sword.
The elf is a woman, nobly dressed. She speaks. 'This is no way to treat a Lady of Imladris!' 'Mllad-rriss.' The voice mocks her. The Faceless One lifts his sword.
But he lowers the blade slowly. 'Ell-rrronnd?' The blade points at a ring on her finger. A simple golden ring it is, so how does he know?
Tears in her eyes.
Then... then... then... Fire, Ice, Death, Body, Body, Mother! Pain, Born, Child. Death.
Mother.
Father?
With your sword I shall slay thee, gladly shall I pierce thy heart. To Elrond I shall take my mother's ring, for my mother's blood I take a fiery stone set in metal ice. A fiery stone set in mithril. Stone set in mithril. Set in mithril. Mithril.
Like my mother's blood, it is precious... *