Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.

That is what was written when it was planned that 20 rings of power be split amoung the prominent reaces. Since then, many have been destroyed. The elves kept theirs safe guarded, but the dwarves accidentally traded theirs to a race almost forgotten. The Dragonriders.

We are an ancient race of elves, sent to conquer dragons. Instead, we befriended them. The king is the possessor of the ring, and whenever there is war, passes it down to his first born child, whether it be male or female. She or he alone is the owner of it if the king should die.

And that is how I became the possessor of the ring. My father disappeared in battle, just a day before my trip to Rivendell to discuss upon the matters of the One Ring. My dragon, Purpura, and I traveled to Rivendell to meet the my distant family.

Mirwen the Dragonrider
Daughter of Mithuruloki

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