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Far to the east, in the depths of Khazad-dûm, the Great Door groaned. Prince Durin IV stood before a vein of Mithril that glowed with a ghostly light. His father warned of digging too deep, but the rings promised the Dwarves wealth that would never end.

But Elrond saw a shadow in the corner of the forge—a stranger calling himself Annatar, the "Lord of Gifts." Annatar’s eyes didn’t reflect the fire; they seemed to drink it. While the Elves crafted rings to preserve and heal, Annatar spoke of order and the absolute power needed to maintain it. Il.Signore.Degli.Anelli-Gli.Anelli.Del.Potere.S...

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. Far to the east, in the depths of