You sat on the ground, shrouded in your cloak. Rare oddities splayed before you on a blanket, from dragon scales, to rabbit feet, to griffin talons. All kinds of spices and scrolls, to exotic fruit and trinkets from around Arda. You were a merchant after all. Knew your way around coin.

The soft morning breeze of being just outside Rivendell whispered past. This would be a good day full of coin for you. You were certain. Your horse whinnied softly as the creature laid down next to you, taking its own break of sorts. You pet the creature’s snout in response.

Soon a man who clanked as he stepped forward walked over and sat across from you. He was clad in black menacing yet ornate armor, and held a mace in his hand. He held his own cloak around his armor. It was Sauron, the evil lord... though he looked upon your wares with a great interest. Even the epitome of evil likes shopping, you suppose