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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.

The wind changed. The birds of Lindon flew south in fear. The Age of Peace was over; the Great Deception had begun. If you'd like to take this story further, I can: Il.Signore.Degli.Anelli-Gli.Anelli.Del.Potere.S...

"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." As the first Three Rings were cooled in

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. The birds of Lindon flew south in fear