Nornorin (Glorfindel Fanfiction)

"Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men, doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne,
and One for the hope for The Accursed."

Having realized that he had brought terrible curse to his people by forging the rings of power under the influence of Sauron the Deceiver, Celebrimbor forged another ring in secret-one which meant to preserve the livelihood of his people. In that ring, he poured all his grieve and helplessness-a hope for The Accursed, born out of anguish.

With the last of his magic, he banished the ring in hope to protect it from Sauron before he died, only to be found by an unlikely host-a human woman, cursed in life, yet blessed upon resurrection.