Elf Lord Rings Novels & Stories

She stopped in front of me and held up her left hand, deliberately flashing it before my eyes. On her finger was a massive ring. It was set with a flawless moonstone. Ten times larger, ten times purer than the one Slade had destroyed. "See," Rosalind's voice was soft, for my ears only. "This is the difference, Eloise. Some stones are meant to be crushed. Others are meant for a crown." I stared at the stone and replied numbly, "Congratulations. It suits you." Slade walked over, dressed in a sharp ceremonial uniform, a golden wolf head embroidered on his chest.

King Aldamar lifted his goblet. The round table had all wards seated around it and lifting their goblets too as they clung them together. The ring on his middle finger sparkled. Different combinations and patterns in it. Wait a second, I had seen those exact combinations somewhere else. The throne! My entire concentration fell on the ring. “Look,” I whispered to Naz, making sure Lix who was beside me paid us no attention. “What?” She asked, looking towards the ring. “The arms of the throne had that exact combination the king’s ring has. It almost feels like it’s a…”