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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.

The wind changed. The birds of Lindon flew south in fear. The Age of Peace was over; the Great Deception had begun. If you'd like to take this story further, I can: 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