Round as the moon but fits on a finger, Golden and precious, in pockets I linger. What's in my pocket, the hobbits trick What circles and binds with power so thick?

I am known for my shine and steed. In battle, I charge forward valiantly. On the board, I move in two directions.

I was born from division, a shadow with no name, A storm of vengeance that shook the earth’s frame. The boy who struck me down thought I’d stay dead, But vengeance is a fire no grave could tame. And now I guard the world I once sought to claim

There’s a man who enjoys all your meat as he dines, which gives thrills and sends chills running down your spine. Also a woman haunted by an animal’s scream looking for a man who has a hose and a basket of cream.

My gaze is deadly, my hair’s alive, One look at me, you won’t survive. Who am I, feared across the lands, With fate controlled by mortal hands?