Three for the Elven kings beneath the sky.
Seven for the Dwarf lords in their halls of stone.
Nine for mortal men doomed to die.
In Mordor's shadows, upon a throne shrouded in darkness.
The Dark Lord held the One.
One Ring to rule them all; One Ring to find them; One Ring to bring them all and bind them in the darkness.
After reciting the verse, Allen smiled and asked Dáin, "Do you know where those words came from?"
Dáin shook his head. "I've never heard them before, but they feel so dark, full of manipulation and deception. You know I'm not interested in poems and verses. Just tell me what you mean."
Allen nodded and continued, "Then it all begins with those sixteen rings given to Dwarves and men..."
Over the next while, Allen first explained the nine rings of men to Dáin in detail. The humans who wore them could not only greatly extend their lives and increase their power, but also slip into the unseen realm and become invisible.
With the rings' power, those nine men had easily gained honors and wealth once beyond their reach.
But Allen then stressed to Dáin that such great power came at a price. After wearing the rings for so long, those nine humans had lost their physical forms, becoming monsters that were neither men nor ghosts.
They were Sauron's most loyal servants, the nine Nazgûl.
At the names of Sauron and the Ringwraiths, Dáin's relaxed expression suddenly turned grave.
Yes, he had thought of the seven rings given to the Dwarf lords.
He urgently asked Allen, "Are you saying Thorin's condition is because of a ring too? But he's never worn the Ring of Thrór!"
Watching the agitated Dáin, Allen cleared his throat and continued, "Don't worry. You Dwarves