He was once a normal man in Middle Earth, just like us.
He loved to fish, play with his family, and be merry.
Then he found something which changed his life.
It went from love at first sight, to a crutch he lusted for.
It went from a piece of metal that brought him joy, to irreversible pain and despair.
The one ring that ruled them all.
Millions were a slave to the ring. They hunted their entire lives for something they had never seen. They became possessed with its existence and possession. They would accept all the pain to even get a glimpse.
Millions were killed by the ring.
For one, Sméagol, his entire body and mind transformed into the creature-like Gollum, who lived torn in love and hatred of the ring.
And yet, in his life-long quest to seize it back, euphoria returned only at the point of destruction. He would die happy, but as a slave all his life.