The Fellowship of the Ring (The Lord of the Rings, #1)

by J.R.R. Tolkien

where Frodo had laid it when he emptied the boat of his companions’ goods, grabbed a spare blanket, and some extra packages of food, and ran back. ‘So all my plan is spoilt!’ said Frodo. ‘It is no good trying to escape you. But I’m glad, Sam. I cannot tell you how glad. Come along! It is plain that we were meant to go together. We will go, and may the others find a safe road! Strider will look after them. I don’t suppose we shall see them again.’ ‘Yet we may, Mr. Frodo. We may,’ said Sam. So Frodo and Sam set off on the last stage of the Quest together. Frodo paddled away from the shore, and the River bore them swiftly away, down the western arm, and past the frowning cliffs of Tol Brandir. The roar of the great falls drew nearer. Even with such help as Sam could give, it was hard work to pass across the current at the southward end of the island and drive the boat eastward towards the far shore. At length they came to land again upon the southern slopes of Amon Lhaw. There they found a shelving shore, and they drew the boat out, high above the water, and hid it as well as they could behind a great boulder. Then shouldering their burdens, they set off, seeking a path that would bring them over the grey hills of the Emyn Muil, and down into the Land of Shadow.

The necromancer is Saruman, and he is the lord of the rings, and the eye of Saruman. He is the master of the black riders and he is in charge of the nine rings. Three rings for the eleven kings under the sky, seven for the dwarf kings in there hall of stone, nine for the mortal men domed to die, one for the dark lord on his dark throne in the mortal land where the shadows lie. One ring to rule them all, one ring to find them,one ring all and in and darkness blind them in the mortal land where the shadows lie.