" The fires below awoke in anger, the red light blazed, and all the cavern was filled with a great glare and heat...

"...But Gollum,dancing like a mad thing, held aloft the ring ... It shone now as if verily it was wrought of living fire.

" Precious, precious, precious! Gollum cried. My precious! O my Precious! ..."

  J.R.R Tolkien

The Return of the King