It has been centuries since anyone has seen any of my race. The Mayia, they are the sons and daughters of the Valar themselves. A talented race that is far superior to that of the elves. We surpass even their best archers, swordsmen, and in every other catagory as well including grace and beauty. We have been gifted with immortality and can not die unless we wish it. Although we can be injured but we only come out ten times stronger. Yet i am the last of my race for we are dying out the rest of my brethen have deported from this palne of existance long ago, i am the only one left. My race is skilled in the art of archery, swordsmanship, and above all else the craft of magic. Our magic abilities surpass even those of the Istari and Elves. We have three forms. One is the human form though it looks more elven. The Second is the Shifter form which allows us to transform into any species of creature to ever walk this earth and every creature that ever will. The Third is my final form and most deadly form i have never taken this form but twice here in Arda because in this form i have enough power to wipe out the entire universe not only Arda but Valinor and even the home of the Valar itself. So that's why i have remained hidden for so long and only few trusted people know of my existance one of which i will soon enough visit concerning the fate of the one ring and its bearer. I know what the burden of the ring is like, how it affects one's mind for not even four thousand centuries ago i was in the presence of that very ring for vast amounts of time. I bearly escaped with my sanity. If it had not been for Gandalf i would not be sane. I have remained hidden from Adar for almost a mellenia and it is about time for Middle Earth to know of my presence once more. The only people who know of my existance is Elrond the Lord of the elves of Rivendell. But soon enough the time will come when i will reveal myself once again.