I jump over a broken column. He's not walking very fast. He's slow. Yet... why do I feel like I know him? His voice tingles my ears as it sounds ever so vaguely familiar. I hear Aragorn and Gimli yelling as I dart ahead. My heart pounds. Who is he? Why is he here in the fortress of Dol Guldur? I can't help but feel I know him even though I've never seen him before. Though he is cloaked. I shoot another arrow that pulls his cloak. It nails the wall. He stops.

"Who are you?" I ask.

"You don't know, or do you not remember?" He asks.

"What are you talking about? Show me your true face." I say.

He pulls down his hood. His ears were longer than most elf's ad his skin was colored gray. What kind of devilish creature is this?  He's something unnatural. I have never seen a creature like this before. Is he even from this earth? He's not an orc nor an elf. What is he?

"What are you?" I ask.

"You've grown up. How long ago it was." He says.

"What are you talking about? How do you know me?" I ask.

"I would not be surprised that he has shrouded you from the knowledge of me." He says.

I shoot another arrow. He doesn't even flinch.

"You're hesitating to kill me right here and now. I suppose it is because of our nature." He says.

"Why do you talk in riddles and mysteries? Give me the answers I seek, or I will kill you." I say.