Властелин колец: Братство кольца

           ItwashotwhenIfirsttookit,hotasaglede,andmyhandwasscorched,sothatIdoubtifeveragainIshallbefreeofthepainofit.YetevenasIwriteitiscooled,anditseemethtoshrink,thoughitlosethneitheritsbeautynoritsshape.Alreadythewritinguponit,whichatfirstwasasclearasredflame,fadethandisnowonlybarelytoberead.Itisfashionedinanelven-scriptofEregion,fortheyhavenolettersinMordorforsuchsubtlework;butthelanguageisunknowntome.IdeemittobeatongueoftheBlackLand,sinceitisfoulanduncouth.WhatevilitsaithIdonotknow;butItracehereacopyofit,lestitfadebeyondrecall.TheRingmisseth,maybe,theheatofSauron’shand,whichwasblackandyetburnedlikefire,andsoGil-galadwasdestroyed;andmaybewerethegoldmadehotagain,thewritingwouldberefreshed.ButformypartIwillrisknohurttothisthing:ofalltheworksofSaurontheonlyfair.Itisprecioustome,thoughIbuyitwithgreatpain.

           "WhenIreadthesewords,myquestwasended.ForthetracedwritingwasindeedasIsildurguessed,inthetongueofMordorandtheservantsoftheTower.Andwhatwassaidthereinwasalreadyknown.ForinthedaythatSauronfirstputontheOne,Celebrimbor,makeroftheThree,wasawareofhim,andfromafarheheardhimspeakthesewords,andsohisevilpurposeswererevealed.