Was this process unreasonable? Heh, when had fate ever been reasonable?
The power of fate was the most mysterious and terrifying power in the world. A truly powerful being had to master it. Otherwise, no matter how strong they were, they would remain fate's playthings.
With Éowyn's help, Arwen successfully made Aragorn put on the One Ring. His aura surged, and black energy billowed from his body, as though an unrivaled demon had descended.
"Arwen, what are you doing? Why did you throw the One Ring to Aragorn?"
Legolas approached, clutching his severed arm, and asked in alarm. Arwen said, "Don't worry. Aragorn is fine now."
"Are you sure he's fine?"
Legolas looked at Aragorn, whose black energy had almost solidified, and could not help making a sarcastic remark. Even Sauron could hardly look worse than this, could he?
The others were equally doubtful and alarmed. No matter how they looked at him, he did not seem fine.
In fact, everything really was fine. This One Ring was a knockoff Andrew had made. Everyone knew Andrew's craftsmanship. Although it was a knockoff, it possessed some of the original's functions.
For example, Master Ring, Rule them all.
In other words, the False One Ring could control the other rings, such as the Three Elven Rings and the Nine Rings for Mortal Men, but only when Sauron could not control them.
If Sauron could sense those rings, the False One Ring could not control them. Fortunately, he could not sense them at the moment.
Thus, the False One Ring successfully seized control of the nine Rings of Men. Although the Witch-king of Angmar struggled fiercely, it was useless. He was not the rings' master, merely their slave. Controlling the rings meant controlling him.
Then Andrew awakened Aragorn's soul and said, "Aragorn the