Disclaimer: Tolkien’s world – Kortirion is the illegal immigrant without a Green Card.
Forging Arda’s flesh is not to be undertaken lightly. One must harness the power of fire, air and water to produce... even a little thing.
He had listened to Lord Melkor’s song; watched the cunning Noldor. He waited, planned; now was the time for making. He summoned his own song, not as glorious as his lord’s, a lesser melody, but his own. Drawing the metal fine, re-folding it, binding all will and desire into molten power. He sang as he worked, long notes of malice, oft repeated.
Until, he became the Ring, the ring became Sauron - and the One sang...