I have watched over Middle-Earth since the days of old. Before the wizards were brought into the world from the West and the men who came next. To most I am known, yet never seen. There are stories, tales and poems made about me. Yet the one you have just read was not written by a man or elf, but by me. It is true I am much older then the Elves and more wiser I suppose. But, if I were to be honest, I was sent here by the same power that brought the Wizards here. They lost trace of me because of the state of my being. I was brought here to find the one ring and destroy it, but I couldn't find it. While I searched for the One Ring a traitorous wizard casted a spell on me it separated me from my body. Now, I still wander looking for my body so I can become whole once again. I need to find Gandalf the Grey before all is lost.