Into Eregion steps a stranger and the light seems to come with him. Against the brilliance of the setting sun, he is but a dark silhouette. Behind him, the doorway was so bright it seemed filled with fire. If his goal was to blind Eregion's residents with the sheer radiance of his presence, then he has surely accomplished it. His form seems to sear itself into your eyes, such was the grandeur of his arrival.

"A storm is coming," resonates a voice straight out of the Undying Lands. Its mellifluous intonations could only belong to the most divine of emissaries, each word seems to carry power. "—But I can help you withstand it. I can bring you knowledge none other possesses. I can unlock your grandest abilities."

The stranger reveals himself now, stepping away from the light that had immersed him. His form is Elvish in nature, yet there is the sense that he is more than a mere Elf. His golden hair and robes are blown by an unseen breeze, a hue both fair and wise. "I am Annatar, a sharer of gifts. If you accept my aid, never again will the world overlook you. You will gain renown, and be evermore revered."

Now, Annatar comes to stand before you. "Let us work together."