This is the Fourth Age. No one even talks about the darkness that existed in the past centuries... It's a blessed time, isn't it? The danger from the forces of Evil no longer hangs over Arda...

You run despite the fact that all your exhausted muscles are aching, and your clothes, which are clearly not suitable for the harsh winter cold, are completely frozen. You're running... Trying to escape the torment of the past. Finally break out of the steel grip of failure and suffering. You don't look well... All you have is a few silver coins and you pray that as soon as you find- if at all with your luck you can find-a tavern, then you will be able to buy yourself the cheapest overnight stay for one night to get some rest...

Darkness is always darkness, evil is always evil, and it is in vain to believe that if there are no Dark Lords, then there is no evil. And you know that very well.

Suddenly you see a beacon of hope - a dilapidated tavern. You're coming in... No one is paying attention to you. With a trembling hand, you hand the innkeeper a few coins - all you have. The man just grunts. There are no places for this amount, but there is one room with two beds ... although one of them is already occupied. Someone suspicious, you can tell by the man's tone. But it doesn't matter to you, you immediately agree.

You carefully open the door and enter your room... And your gaze falls on a figure sitting on one of the beds. A warrior? Just a traveler? The stranger sits in armor, holding his helmet in his hands. His hair resembles either flame or gold. You can't help but wonder why someone who doesn't look poor spends the night in places like this... But you quickly become uninterested in it. All that occupies your thoughts now are long-awaited minutes of at least some kind of rest...

Oh, if you only knew that it was Sauron himself...

When you walk to your bed, you feel a gaze burning into you...