Being the practical sort that they are, they never wore the rings. A couple wound up in junk drawers (the hobbit version of "a dragon ate them") while one was melted down and used as accents for a very nice set of commemorative spoons featuring the likeness of Sauron on top of them.
"Would you fancy some tea, Mr. Sauron? And this batch of scones turned out lovely." he says, as one of the orcs holding the tray nods enthusiastically.
There are crumbs all over its face.
"STOP FEEDING THEM, THEY ARE GETTING FAT"
"They're just bulking up for the winter, Mr. Sauron"
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But, plot twist, now there's a very contented and happy Nazgûl hobbit with a cursed ladle that's now the head chef somewhere in the tower.
There are crumbs all over its face.
"STOP FEEDING THEM, THEY ARE GETTING FAT"
"They're just bulking up for the winter, Mr. Sauron"