by Jay of Lasgalen  

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I can hear the Ring’s seductive whisper on the edge of my thoughts.  I know its evil lure; have seen it at work in the company.  To banish its malice, I think of my home; the trees green and growing.  Yet blight and shadow mar the woodland now – my  father fights valiantly; using his power and strength to defeat this darkness, but ‘tis not enough.

Why is it that he is the only Elven ruler without a ring of power?  It would be so easy: together we could sweep all evil from this world.  I have only to take it.