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As the first Three Rings were cooled in spring water, a different fire was rising in the Southlands. In the cracks of Mount Doom, a master ring was being forged in secret—one to bind the others, one to turn the Elves' desire for beauty into a golden cage.

"They are more than just jewelry, Elrond," Celebrimbor whispered, holding a silver band that seemed to hum with its own heartbeat. "They are a way to stop the fading. To keep Middle-earth as beautiful as Valinor." Il.Signore.Degli.Anelli-Gli.Anelli.Del.Potere.S...

But Elrond saw a shadow in the corner of the forge—a stranger calling himself Annatar, the "Lord of Gifts." Annatar’s eyes didn’t reflect the fire; they seemed to drink it. While the Elves crafted rings to preserve and heal, Annatar spoke of order and the absolute power needed to maintain it. As the first Three Rings were cooled in

(like the island kingdom of Númenor)

The sun set over the golden forests of Lindon, but for Elrond , the beauty of the Second Age felt like a fragile glass about to shatter. Below, in the hidden workshops of Eregion, the forge-fires of Celebrimbor burned with an intensity that rivaled the stars. "They are a way to stop the fading