Sorry,
man.
But it had to be done.
That and the booze... it was tarnishing me.
I'm sure you'll understand.
AND TO THE REST OF MIDDLE EARTH.
Allow me to properly introduce myself.
I am Greenwald. I am one of the dwarven rings. I find things.
Lots of things. Give me an item or a speficiation, and I will locate it. It's cheap, it's simple, and it's me. I don't smite, I don't alter, I just find.
I move quickly. I've gone through thousands of owners. Caranthir had me for a bit, then I rolled off and Sauron grabbed me. Leading to the drawer bit.
Caranthir managed to not even notice I was gone.
It hurt me.
Hurt me deep.
Oh, is it possible to be a pervy hobbit fancier when you're a ring? Yeah, thanks.