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Saurons and his companions travelled through the central Middle Earth for two years before finding what he looked for.
They were dark skinned people coming from the far corner of Middle Earth, but they never established a realm as they always moved, typically to follow the animals they were hunting. They were skilled horsemen and archers. Similar to the Numenoreans. However, the two people had yet to meet.
Finally, one night, Sauron met a company of these horsemen on the plains of central Middle Earth. The horsemen outnumbered Saurons company three to one. They followed Sauron and his companions for a while, and then surrounded them.
Sauron stopped and greeted the strangers. He held forward a ring.
"We seek the strongest and bravest among you! For this person I have this gift that will bring power and eternal life to him if he accept it. However, you will have to prove yourselves worthy of this gift, so we will wait for you to decide, who this should be."
The strangers all looked surprised. Sauron unmounted his horse.
"We will be waiting for this person this night only;" he said.
His companions settled around him.
As they were starting a fire, they heard screams and fighting in the distance. No one said anything. They all knew what was going on.
In the morning, a single person approached them. He had bruises and scars from a recent fight.
"My name is Uvatha;" he said; "I am the greatest horseman and archer, and I have no one among my own to compete with me now. I will accept your present."
"Show me your skills, Uvatha;" Sauron said.
Uvatha quickly jumped on a horse. He rode a few hundred feet away and then turned around. Then he rode towards the others as fast as his horse was capable of. As he passed them, he fired an arrow against them. The arrow hit the stem of a tree. Uvatha turned again and rode in the other direction. He again fired an arrow. This to hit the stem, close to the other arrow. Uvatha then stopped and returned to Sauron.
Murazor said; "I have seen this before, among the Numenoreans, there are people capable of this!"
Before anybody could react, Uvatha fired a third arrow. It split one of the other arrow in two.
"Have you seen this before;" he said.
Murazor looked at Uvatha; "I have not! I though the Seapeople as you call them were superior in the art of war compared to everyone else. However now I see skilled among you all. Combined we will be invincible.
"And immortal;" Sauron added. He had found his eighth follower.
Uvatha soon became as the others, a non-contesting follower of the dark lord, sitting on his horse in silence behind the others.
The company continued their journey through the Middle Earth.
"Who is selected as the last of us;" Murazor asked him.
"No one I know;" said Sauron; "The people I choose him from has never engaged war on their neighbors. Thus I know little of them, but I met one of them once and he thought me things, which enabled me to create your gifts."
"What became of him?" Murazor asked.
"He betrayed me and stole from me. He tried to escape to the Seapeople, but he was killed in the process. He should have listen to me. Now it is up to his kinsmen if one of them will follow me;" Sauron said.
