When all ten fold. No deal, no go A zone suspended over home A task for irons as they glow A landed blow preceding gold

In the realm of ancient oak, where whispers of the forest speak, I stand the guardian between the known and mystique.

If you want to get inside, you'll have to get through me. But I'll be hypnotized If you'll just add a 'd'.

A famous red haired character mistakenly used me to comb her hair. One of her companions told her I was called a Dinglehopper. I’m part of her whozits and whatzits collection.

Ring without finger, guard without sword, Silent I circle a vulnerable lord. I drown every footstep that comes without leave, Yet carry no weapons you’d think stop a thief. What am I?