I honestly have no idea how this idea sparked, aside from the whole circle = ring thing.
Scribe~Of~RED
Circle was many things.
It was the simple ring of gold—pure evil in its most elegant, alluring form.
Gollum held the ring aloft for hours, peering through the perfect window into the imperfections within.
It was the ball of fire in the sky—beauty and blinding and hot.
Boromir felt its golden rays caress his cheeks one last time before everything went dark...
It was the crown of the king—wings of hope rising from the silver.
Arwen kissed the crown, then him: a promise of those to come.
Circle was death.
Circle was life.
Circle was eternity reborn.
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