Oh, Elboron!

[i_am_shiny]

A simple golden ring lies on the ground, one of the nine recovered from a lost wraith. A hypnotic voice calls out to Elboron, drawing him closer...

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[_elboron_]

Feels a great power struggle insode himself and blackness descends o his young mind. Elboron steps forward, falling to his knees in front of the shiny. He reaches for it...unable to resist its pull...

[i_am_shiny]

A soft melody sounds in Elboron's ears, soothing him. Somewhere behind him, a voice speaks.

Yes, Elboron. Take it. Make it yours.

[_elboron_]

Elboron grasps the ring, lurching to his feet with a strength that fills him suddenly.. "It is mine! Mine! My pretty!"

[i_am_shiny]

The One Ring laughs.

Yours, Elboron. Now you will be like the Numenorean Kings of old - powerful, regal and immortal!

The Ring tightens its control around the lesser ring Elboron is holding, and sends him images of glory and splendour.