Through the Seeing Stone.
A mental connection is made. 'tis one of the second born, the race of men. Another I can bend to my will. He opens his eyes. I see through him, into his soul. A Dúnedain.
I reach out. As soon as we make connection, I recall. I know of this one's kin. He is an heir of Isildur. He feels me weaken. He brings up a sword. It is what I believe it to be? How interesting.
That sword, Narsil? That sword sent me to the darkness. For thousands of years.
He feels this and smiles in triumph. He was not going to be that easy.
But I have something to change the tide.
I show him a picture. The Lady Arwen, daughter of Elrond. They are close. I have seen it. I have seen the love he has for her. She is his weakness.
His expression freezes. All sense of victory deserts him.
I rasp "I see all"
The connection abruptly ends. I am left once more to the shadows.
I know who he is.
I know where he is.
This is going to be fun.