Ash nazg durbatul?k, ash nazg gimbatul,
ash nazg thrakatul?k, agh burzum-ishi krimpatul.
——The Supreme Lord of the Rings.
This is a very ordinary gold ring, you can't even feel a trace of magic fluctuation on it. But everyone who sees it will be inexplicably attracted, as if it can evoke the deepest desires in your heart.
At that moment, Turka even had an illusion. There seemed to be a voice in his heart saying: Grab it, it belongs to you.
You've been waiting for so long, aren't you just waiting for this moment? Go ahead, it's yours.
Bilbo, who was surprised at how he had appeared, was sensitively aware of Turka's gaze. He reflexively raised his hand, feeling an unprecedented sense of panic in his heart. It was like going back to the time when I first saw the Silver King.
"Ah, my lord, are you waiting for me here? Why are the dwarves and Gandalf missing? Maybe we should go find them."
Turka slowly released the hand that held him, and his golden vertical pupils became majestic and cold, giving him the impression that he was being stared at by a dragon - although Bilbo had not seen a dragon yet, But that's the feeling.
The already majestic body seemed to have become taller, and the huge shadow rolled back like a mountain or a sea, and the world seemed to be enveloped by it.
Bilbo lowered his head subconsciously, not daring to look into the Dragonborn's eyes. His hands and feet were even colder, which was even more frightening than when he was in the orc cave.
"Bilbo, you are hiding something from me. Or maybe you want to tell me why you suddenly became invisible. This is a very amazing ability. As far as I know, no mortal creature has this ability. Hobbits are really amazing. I'm surprised."
The voice of the silver-white king also became deep, as if it contained a kind of magic power. It seems to be coming from the sky, and people can't help but listen.
For a moment, Bilbo thought in vain of the three silly giants who had been turned into stone sculptures in the Troll Forest. His voice became sharp, and some malice surged in his heart.
He said: "No, this is mine. I mean, maybe you are wrong, my lord. I am not invisible, and I have nothing to hide from you. Hobbits just have more flexible legs and feet. The orcs didn't catch me. Why do I have to tell you this? Can't we have a little privacy?"
Listen.
Our hobbit only had the ring for a short time before it affected him. It's evil beyond imagination.
In fact, this ring was forged by Sauron from the fire of Orojun, and imbued with his evil power and will. Even if it is not in Sauron's hands, it does its best to arouse the desire of the person who wears it and attract people. Taking it for themselves prompted them to use its power to do evil.
Whether its use is well intentioned or not.
And this scream was like a watershed, and the formidable aura on Turka's body suddenly disappeared. He frowned, as if he was thinking about something, and seemed to be looking at Bilbo seriously.
Suddenly, he smiled.
Bilbo only felt that the shadows dissipated and the warm sunshine shone on the world again.
The silver king said softly: "I'm just worried about you, Bilbo. In this world, evil is everywhere, and some things are not as harmless as we seem. You know what I'm talking about."
His voice became majestic again, but this time it didn't have the pressure to force people's hearts. Instead, it sounded like an adult worrying about an ignorant child.
"There are many magic rings in the world, but not every ring has this powerful ability. I won't snatch it from you, but can I have a look? I'm worried that it is a certain ring that I know, and its The origin is much more mysterious and dangerous than you think.”
Bilbo also noticed his fuss. He blushed a little, felt a little shy and a little uneasy. This is the Silver King, how could I doubt him?
And, listen to what you said.
Is this still the honest hobbit?
So, trembling slightly, Bilbo took his hand out of his back. And took the ring off his finger.
After doing all this, Bilbo even felt more relaxed than ever before.
All shadows left him, and he was the Hobbit he had been before. Maybe restless, but absolutely friendly and gentle.
There was even a smile on his little face.
"Here," he said, "if you want it, please take it. It's just an ordinary gold ring, although it has some magic power."
Now it was Turka's turn to be surprised.
He somewhat understood why the hobbit had picked up the ring. Whether it's Gollum, Bilbo, or later Frodo or Sam.
They are all better able to resist the temptation of the One Ring than the average person.
It seems that Ilúvatar created this race deliberately to anger some evil forces.
Or rather.
Just want to prove that kindness may be inconspicuous, but it is never weak?
Many thoughts came to Turka's mind. He carefully looked at the hobbit in front of him, and then looked at the ring he held up.
He slowly took it.
He knew that now, it was his turn to be tested.
The ring was heavier than expected.
The small ring body is round and without any flaws.
Whether it was an illusion or not, Bilbo even felt that it had grown a little bigger, as if it could just fit through the silver king's fingers.
In fact, even Turka felt that this was how it should be.
A noble person deserves to enjoy noble things.
he thinks.
Wearing it, I will have infinite power.
I will be more powerful than the elves, the Pinahars, the wizards, and the so-called mighty ones in the West.
Wearing it, I can conquer everything here and achieve great things!
Elves, men, dwarves, orcs, Periens, dragons, stone giants, all will bow at my feet. I am the only king in this world!
Galadriel, Princess Evening Star, Fenna, the human princesses, will all become my slaves and be driven by me.
Money, power, beauty, all the good things in this world will become mine alone!
I will be greater than Eru Ilúvatar!
The whole world will praise my name!
Bilbo took a few steps back in fear, and the scene before him almost frightened him.
Ever since the silver-white king Turka Aracano took over the ring, something was wrong. His eyes emitted a dazzling light that was so captivating!
His figure soared, almost becoming taller than the misty mountains behind him. Like an eternal giant; also like a majestic emperor who rules all directions.
A shadow fell over the Silver King.
"This is really fun."
He held the ring, looked at the sun, and looked at it: "Are you afraid, or am I afraid?"
The ring was faint, not even reflecting a trace of light.
But both Turka and Bilbo could not help being attracted to it.
Bilbo was a little scared and said reluctantly: "Turka?"
The silver-white king lowered his head and glanced at him. Ah, that cold look in his eyes was something Bilbo would never forget.
Suddenly.
Turka smiled, and the shadows, oppression, and illusions all disappeared, and the noble and revered silver king returned to the world.
He blinked and said playfully: "It's a very beautiful ring. I think I understand why you are so reluctant to part with it." As he said this, he put the ring on his index finger, but before Bilbo could tell, he couldn't bear to part with it. As soon as the sound came, a shocking scene happened.
Turka Aracano is not invisible.
He raised the hand with the magic ring, looked at it in the sun, and smiled disdainfully.
He took off the ring, looked at it carefully, handed it back to Bilbo, and said, "But I don't think it suits me."
Bilbo was even a little confused.
He took the ring blankly, wondering if it had been swapped. It wasn't until he couldn't wait to put the ring on again and the hobbit suddenly disappeared from the world and entered that weird state that he was sure that the ring was still the same ring.
"But how is that possible?"
He curiously walked around the silver-white king, looking like he had seen a ghost.
"alright."
Turka grabbed the invisible Bilbo and said seriously: "Stop playing with it. This ring is much more dangerous than you think. Don't use it indiscriminately, Bilbo."
Only then did Bilbo emerge from the invisible state again.
He looked at the silver-white king with a serious face in confusion, scratched his head, and felt a little embarrassed. But then he said: "This is just a ring, what's the danger?"
As he said this, Bilbo stroked his baby very lovingly. The feeling of being lost and found came to my heart.
All this did not escape Turka's eyes, and he sighed. I couldn't help but say, "Bilbo, if I asked you to give me this ring, would you do it?"
Bilbo was startled. He subconsciously retracted his fingers and clenched his fists.
"Don't worry, I said I won't rob you, so I won't rob you." Turka shook his head, squatted down, and said to the Hobbit seriously for the first time: "But I want to know, if there is God, I need you to believe in me unconditionally and give me this ring, can you do it?"
There was an obvious look of struggle on Bilbo's face, and the ring was affecting him. Because it knew that it was no longer a threat to the Dragonborn, he passed the test, and he was the first respected person in the world who was not affected by him. Now it is it that is in danger.
Therefore, it subconsciously started to save itself.
But after the initial struggle, the hobbit still said: "Although I don't think so, but yes, I am willing to believe you, my lord. If you think this ring is really that dangerous, please take it!"
At that moment, the ring seemed to tremble.
Turka stared into his eyes with a somewhat scrutinizing gaze until our hobbit became a little embarrassed, and then softened again.
He said: "Please forgive me, I just want you to know that the danger of this ring is beyond your imagination. Maybe one day I will tell you the origin of this ring, and then you will understand why I am so nervous. But now , let’s keep this little secret for now, because it won’t do any good for the hobbits to know, it will only make you restless and frightened.”
In fact, the moment Turka put on the ring, he knew that this was not his destiny.
Maybe he could take it by force, but the end result might be completely unexpected.
Therefore, Turka finally chose to let go.
And he passed the biggest test in his life.
Bilbo didn't know this, he nodded slowly and held the ring tighter with some joy.
at the same time.
Let us turn our attention to a strange continent.
It is very far away, so far away that we need to cross mountains and forests, pass through plains and river valleys, and maybe even deserts, until we cross the sea before we can reach it.
A figure suddenly raised his head, seeming to notice something.
He has a handsome figure and a majestic expression.
But more noble than elves.
He raised his eyes and looked into the distance, towards the distant western continent and towards the Middle Earth, with a charming smile on his lips.
"My ring, you finally showed up."
