I've been working at this on and off for half an hour and am still none the wiser. How about I ask one? 'What have I got in my pocket?' [Clue: it's not the Ring of Power].
String -- or Nothing!
It's my version of a riddle from the Old Norse poem Alvissmal :THOR: ‘Tell me this, All-wise—I foresee, dwarf,that you know all the fates of men—what the wind is called, which blows so widely,in each of the worlds.’ALVISS: ‘Wind it’s called among men, the waverer by the gods,the mighty Powers say neigher;whooper the giants, din-journeyer the elves,in hell they call it stormer.’'Alviss' is a name that means 'All Wise'.
I will not eat you tonight.
Coincidentally I do hear echoes of Tolkien, or rather predecessors. As for unravelling the riddle, I can see that my lack of knowledge concerning the 'mighty Powers' and their name for the wind sealed my fate.
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