"I cannot make out the words," said Frito.
"No, you cannot," said Goodgulf. "They are Elvish, in the tongue of Fordor. A rough translation is:
"This ring, no other, is made by the elves,
Who'd pawn their own mother to grab it themselves.
Ruler of creeper, mortal and scallop,
This is a sleeper that packs quite a whallop.
The Power almighty rests in this Lone Ring.
The Power, alrighty, for doing your own thing.
If broken or busted, it cannot be remade
If found, send to Sorhed (the postage is prepaid)."
Bored Of The Rings, anyone?
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