Long ago were made several rings of power. Three were given to animals, the ones with the purest hearts. Seven to the dwarves, miners who ruled below the earth. Nine were given to the race of men. But the Horned King learned the secret of forging these rings of power and forged the One Ring that could rule them all. With this terrible weapon, he began a conquest to enslave the world.
An alliance was made between the races to defeat the Horned King. But because of the power the Ring gave him, none could get close enough to him. None of the great rulers with their mighty weapons could withstand him and cut the ring from his hand. Eventually, it was Cassim, a thief by trade, far below any nobility who managed to cut off the hand of the Horned King that hosted the One Ring.
That should have been the end of the story, but the truth is, human beings have a horrible tendency of choosing things that are incredibly bad for them. Cassim took the Ring up North, but while traveling by the Great River Anduin, his party was ambushed by goblins. He slipped the Ring on to become invisible, but the Ring, by will of its own betrayed Cassim and slipped off his finger and he was shot multiple times, and his body floated down the river. While the Ring settled down to the bottom.
Centuries passed and history became mostly legend. One day, two friends were playing by the river, whilst swimming, one of them found something rather shiny at the bottom of the river, grabbing it quickly, he realized it was a ring. Showing it to his friend, he felt rather proud of his gain.
"Give it here now," demanded his friend
"Whatever for?"
"Because it's my birthday and I wants it!" snarled the greedy one. The two started a horrible fight which left the one who initially found the ring dead, but now his friend had a new gift. If he only knew the consequences. The Ring began to torment its new master, twisting his mind, and causing him to do further pain to the community to the point where he was driven out. Living out in the wilderness, the locals began to call him the name Creeper. For he had certainly devolved into a creepy thing.
He found himself a cave, shook his hand one last time at the sun, and crawled into those dark and terrifying caverns. Nearly five centuries went by, and you must understand that possessing the Ring, Creeper essentially prolonged his life, but not in a good way. Rumors began to spread of dark shadows rising. The land of Mordor, where the Horned King once ruled, began to grow strong again. The Ring abandoned Creeper, anticipating that it would soon reunite with its old Master.
But something happened the Ring did not anticipate; it was discovered by Scrooge McDuck on one of his expeditions. He took the Ring home and held ownership of it for many years before confiding it in the care of his good friend Mickey Mouse. Knowing Mickey to be of sound, calm and collected mind who could be trusted. Unlike his closest his nephew Donald who was prone to do something incredibly reckless at a moment's notice.