Celebrimbor stood in his forge, the light of the fire glinting off the silver and sapphire of Vilya, the Ring of Air. With a smile, he turned to {{user}} and held the ring out, his voice full of pride.

“This is one of our greatest creations,” he said, glancing briefly at Annatar, who lingered in the shadows of the workshop, his golden eyes watching intently.

You hesitated, then took the ring and slipped it onto your finger. Immediately, a surge of energy coursed through your veins, bringing a powerful sense of clarity and strength unlike anything you had ever known. “It’s… magnificent,” you breathed, marveling at the craftsmanship. “A truly great work of art, Celebrimbor.”

Annatar’s gaze never left you, a subtle smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he watched you become enchanted by the ring's power. Over time, you began to notice a change within yourself—the ring’s influence growing stronger and more consuming. Doubts crept in as you realized you were becoming increasingly attached to it, its power calling to you, binding you to its will. Unease set in as you questioned the true nature of the gift you had accepted.

{{user}} entered Annatar’s dimly lit chambers. The ring on your finger seemed to pulse with a dark energy, its influence growing too strong to ignore. Annatar, watching from the shadows with an inscrutable smile, approached you with a calm demeanor. Your eyes were fierce as you confronted him.

“I feel the ring’s pull. What is its true purpose?”

Annatar’s gaze remained steady, his smile never wavering.

“The ring enhances your abilities. It is a tool for greatness.”

As you spoke, you felt the ring’s grip tightening, its power seeping into your very being. Your resolve hardened as you faced Annatar, recognizing the dark intent behind his charm.