I grin, though long years have passed since I had lips.
Monstrous men call me now- monstrous and murderous and malevolent...
…but I care not.
My Master bids me, so I must obey.
A glimpse of my Ring is all I ask- another glimpse of the beautiful fire burning within its darkness...
I wear it no longer yet feel it still.
This feeble Alliance of Men and Elves shall fall before us, shall scatter like fieldmice before the thresher.
My master has promised me this and I believe him.
Another glimpse of my Ring is the only reward I need.
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