This is a description of the ring called Nîthoneth and how it came in my care. All of this is written with the knowledge that I posses.
Appearance: The band is made out of bronze and is tight around the finger. An onyx is inlayed at the top of the ring. No further decorations or inscriptions can be seen on the ring with the naked eye.
How it came in my possession: 6 years ago (T.A. 3012) I fell ill to a fever. The healers could do little for me and said that my illness would overcome me. On a night that could have been my very last, a man came to me with a proposition. He offered me a ring that could cure me of my fever and make as vital as a man of twenty. In return I would swear fealty to this man. I accepted. This man was Saruman, the White wizard.
Origin: The white wizard told me that the ring is of his making yet I do not have the means to know if his statement is true. I do know that he has control over this ring and that any who wear it will be influenced in one form or another.
Effects of the ring when worn: When I wear the ring I feel like a young man again. My joints don't creak and move as supple like they haven't done in years! My former strength returns to me and I can run again like I am a kid. Fevers and other diseases that would fell someone old also have little effect on me yet I do not think that the ring is powerful enough to cure a disease or wound that would be the end of someone young. The ring also doesn't give me more power or speed than I once had. It stops at the limits that I once had, never exceeding those.
Yet all of this comes at a cost. My judgment is clouded by dark thoughts. I cannot recognize friend from foe. I bring harm to any that I want without even a second thought. I do not know if that is the ring's doing or of the wizard whispering in my ear when I wear it. This is why I never wear the ring for long or in public with others.
Effects when not wearing the ring: The effects are not gone the moment that I take off the ring. My vitality stays the same for some time before losing its strength again. It takes around three days at most before I am as my old self again. The feeling brings a great emptiness to my heart. A feeling that I can only put away with putting on the ring again, repeating the process.
Some of the vile thoughts keep floating through my mind. It is hard to show kindness in the three days of withdrawal, and after that I always put the ring back on to not feel empty inside. This way of handling the ring will be the end of me, seeing as my ways keep on getting more rude and mean.
If anyone finds the ring: The ring will do little to those who are still on their peek in life. It cannot let you do things above your abilities. It can heal the old of their ills and limits yet at the cost of most of their sanity. My advice is to destroy the ring, something that I am to weak for to do. Even with all the hardships that the ring has cost me, I cannot life without it if I have the choice. I am too far gone.
