"This Ring," he thought, "will give me the charm and savoir-faire to beat down all resistance, break the last defenses, and, if I wished it, cover all lands in a second darkness. For Sauron let a great part of his own former éclat pass into it, so that he could rule all the others. With it, I can command all the other Rings, and all that has been wrought with them will be laid bare, and I will be irresistibly fascinating to all who encounter me. This infernal – or celestial – treasure shall serve my plans of vengeance well!" He smiled and placed the Ring on his finger, and felt an amazing combination of aristocratic stylishness and diabolical magnipotence surge through his very being, like a heady dream induced by an over-indulgence of herbe à pipe. To celebrate, he opened the flagon of ent-draught, unwrapped the escargots, and fell to, hardly noticing that, as he consumed the entois beverage, his height increased by almost a metre. After the meal, he knelt, clasping his trembling hands together, and murmured a broken prayer to Érou.
When he finally managed to drag himself out of the cave, his pockets bulging with but the smallest portion of his newfound riches, the sun was already setting below the horizon. That night was one of those nights, at once rapturous and terrible, that this man of the violent emotions had already experienced two or three times in his life.
