My Precious.
Three Rings for The Elven Kings under the sky
Seven for the Dwarf Lords in treir halls of stone
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die
One for the Dark Lord on his Dark Throne
In the land of Mordor where the shadows lie
One Ring to rule them all
One Ring to find them
One Ring...
About Blair just walking into the Senate Chambers with little resistance: Perhaps the Rent-a-Cops had misgivings about shooting ol' Bluehair. If that was not the case, Blair could have gone Rambo on them.
(And now, the rest of the story)
Thrakath: For you, Heart of The Tiger, a warrior's death.
(Thrakath stabs Blair with his claws, then lifts him off the ground.)
It would have been a nice touch if Thrakath licked his claws after the fact.