Sneaky little Hobbitses, they stole the Precious and hid it under their nasty stoveses.
I couldn’t have orchestrated this if I’d wanted to. Deep in the dust and debris beneath the stove, I found the ring. It was a little creepy, I have to admit.
And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost.
History became legend. Legend became
And for two and a half thousand years, the ring passed out of all knowledge.
Until, when chance came, the ring ensnared a new bearer.
Ahem. Ha ha. It’s just a story, right?