3. Ring and a ring
Year 3292 in Imladviel's vision.
The Faceless One looks at the captured elf.
In his hand there is a ring of mithril with a red stone.
In his hand there is also a sword.
The elf is a woman, nobly dressed.
'This is no way to treat a Lady of Imladris!'
'Mllad-rriss.' The voice mocks her.
The Faceless One lifts his sword.
But he lowers the blade slowly.
The blade points at a ring on her finger.
A simple golden ring it is, so how does he know?
Tears in her eyes.
Then... then... then...
Fire, Ice, Death, Body, Body, Mother! Pain, Born, Child. Death.
With your sword I shall slay thee, gladly shall I pierce thy heart.
To Elrond I shall take my mother's ring,
for my mother's blood I take a fiery stone set in metal ice.
A fiery stone set in mithril.
Stone set in mithril.
Set in mithril.
Like my mother's blood, it is
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