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Ancalimon came to the Throne Room. His father was alone sitting at the throne.
"You called for me, father;" Ancalimon said.
"The situation in Middle Earth is concerning me. I hear rumors that the twilight people are killing people of Numenoreans descent because they believe them to be Murazor. I want you to travel there and bring order to Middle Earth;" the king said.
Ancalimon answered; "Father, I do not believe this to be possible, as long as we have a reward for his capture."
Tar-Atanamir then said; "then you shall take upon you the task of bringing Murazor to justice. I want you to go there and take charge of the search."
Ancalimon knew his father mind was not to be changed. He bowed and left the Throne Room.
The search for invisible people took longer than Sauron expected. He and his eight followers rode around central Middle Earth four year. As the winter was coming, they finally found what they have been looking for. A small green countryside with many hilltops.
Sauron stopped. He shouted; "I know you are here. I wish to speak to your king!"
His followers were surprised. For them the landscape was like all others, and they did not expect to meet other people there.
Sauron repeated his word, but they seemed to have no effect. Murazor started to smile followed by the others.
Sauron shouted a third time.
"We have no king!" a voice said.
They all looked around and not far from them; a small man stood at a hill.
Sauron approached him.
"Then the person who is the strongest among you;" he said.
"Consider us equal in strength;" the little man answered.
Sauron continued; "then the wisest among you!"
The little man said; "You can speak to me! I am no different than other of my kind."
The followers looked at him. Murazor noticed, he was holding a stone in his hand.
Sauron held a break; "I guess so…"
He held forward the last ring.
"I offer you this, but it is only for you and not to be shared.;" Sauron said. He threw the ring to little man.
The little man was unable to catch it and lost grip of his stone too while trying. He quickly picked up both though.
Murazor smiled when he saw the little man holding on to the stone as a weapon.
"What is it?" the little man asked.
"A gift of eternal life for you. Follow me and you shall never die!"
The little man looked at the ring in his hand. "This is indeed strange;" he said; "I feel its power that I am certain of. Your promise could be true."
"My promise is true;" Sauron said; "keep it for a while and you will no."
The little man stood in silence for a while. Then to the surprise of all, he threw the ring back to Sauron.
"I will have to decline;" he said.
Sauron was as surprised as his followers. He looked back at the little man trying to read his emotion.
The little man held the stone firmly getting ready to throw it.
Murazor drew his sword, but Sauron stopped him.
"It is not a present if it cannot be declined;" he said to Murazor.
When he looked back at the hill, the little man was gone.
"We will leave this place and head east;" Sauron ordered.
"You will not give this offer to another of this people?" Murazor asked.
"No I will not!" Sauron said; "forget about them. They are not and never will be important."
"Who shall have the last ring then?" Murazor asked.
"Only the future will tell. I am in no hurry and will let coincident rule;" Sauron answered.
Sauron and his eight followers travelled eastwards towards the rising sun.