Seven sons she has, this loving mother,
One is aloof, the other with a temper;
Four are gifted with rings of wonder,
The last, to his mom none is dearer.
She also has two daughters, we gather
Like twins, close to each other.
We know one for her air and laughter,
Hot, dazzling and beautiful, the sister.
Her name, one too many to remember,
But all known to a devote follower, to you, To me and to every wanderer, she is Arguably the perfect mother.
Question: What are the names of the mother and her dearest son?
Who were gifted rings?