To whatever end. Where is the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? They have passed like rain on the mountains. Like wind in the meadow. The days have gone down in the west. Behind the hills, into shadow. How did it come to this?
J. R. R. TolkienFor Isildur would not surrender it to Elrond and Cรญrdan who stood by. They counselled him to cast it into the fire of Orodruin night at hand... But Isildur refused this counsel, saying: 'This I will have as weregild for my father's death, and my brother's. Was it not I that dealt the Enemy his death-blow?' And the Ring that he held seemed to him exceedingly fair to look on; and he would not suffer it to be destroyed.
J. R. R. TolkienAnd some things that should not have been forgotten were lost. History became legend. Legend became myth. And for two and a half thousand years, the ring๏ปฟ passed out of all knowledge.
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