Saruman sat on his old chair, waiting for the Orcs to come up
for their orders.
"Build me an army, worthy of Mordor." Sauron's words echoed in his head endlessly.
Suddenly Saruman had an idea.
*Flashback*
A much younger version of Saruman was running through a flowery field, his hair braided in brown pigtails that streamed behind him. His brown eyes were bright, and he hummed a melody. Butterflies fluttered around him, their pink, purple, and blue wings reflecting beautifully in the sunlight. His purple cloak (A/N- Dress! * cough *) had pink daises on it. It was a sunny autumn day with a clear dark blue sky, the greens, oranges, yellows, and browns of the trees and other plants bright, very much alive.
Saruman saw a particularly pretty flower and knelt down to get a closer look at it. The edges were dark blue, as the center came closer, the lighter the blue got. Suddenly a tiny humming bird with black eyes and a pink, orange, and red body flew onto it. Saruman sat for a few minutes, beholding its beauty, then reached out to stroke it gently.
"What a PRE-tee birdee!" Saruman giggled with delight, his bony hand white against the humming bird's vibrant feathers
No sooner did he say that then the bird suddenly flew up in the air and quickly down Saruman's throat with a screech. Needless to say, this experience scarred Saruman for life.
Saruman was jerked out of his thoughts by the loud footsteps of two Orcs coming in, staring expectedly at him. He shook himself; no one could know his weakness.
"What are the orders from Mordor my Lord?" asked the uglier one, throwing him a quit inquiring but cautious look.
"We have work to do." answered Saruman thoughtfully but tersely, then got up, the Orc following him as he walked out.
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A few days later Saruman stood by an -what appeared to be- wooden examination table, in a cold and dreary room. On the examination table was a small figure, a mutilated humming bird that appeared to have a broken wing and missing foot. Saruman looked about to run out the door with fright but stood his ground next to the table, and two Orcs stood nearby giving him nervous looks, trying to control their desire to injure the bird further.
"How are you feeling Mr. Hummingbird 9235?" whimpered Saruman, chewing what there was of his nails, the Orcs exchanging odd looks.
The humming bird gave Saruman a large-puppy-dog-eyed look and Saruman melted, reaching out to pet its soft blue feathers.
"Oh, what a PRE-tee little birdee!" exclaimed Saruman in delight, remembering the days when he used to dance in the fields of flowers, feeling as if he could fly.
The bird's eyes narrowed.
Saruman's screams were heard millions of miles away.
A/N This fic explains Saruman's rather horrified look when that huge eagle helped Gandalf get away. Also, this humming bird is a ver small one. * sniff* It is special. It is precious.
"Build me an army, worthy of Mordor." Sauron's words echoed in his head endlessly.
Suddenly Saruman had an idea.
*Flashback*
A much younger version of Saruman was running through a flowery field, his hair braided in brown pigtails that streamed behind him. His brown eyes were bright, and he hummed a melody. Butterflies fluttered around him, their pink, purple, and blue wings reflecting beautifully in the sunlight. His purple cloak (A/N- Dress! * cough *) had pink daises on it. It was a sunny autumn day with a clear dark blue sky, the greens, oranges, yellows, and browns of the trees and other plants bright, very much alive.
Saruman saw a particularly pretty flower and knelt down to get a closer look at it. The edges were dark blue, as the center came closer, the lighter the blue got. Suddenly a tiny humming bird with black eyes and a pink, orange, and red body flew onto it. Saruman sat for a few minutes, beholding its beauty, then reached out to stroke it gently.
"What a PRE-tee birdee!" Saruman giggled with delight, his bony hand white against the humming bird's vibrant feathers
No sooner did he say that then the bird suddenly flew up in the air and quickly down Saruman's throat with a screech. Needless to say, this experience scarred Saruman for life.
Saruman was jerked out of his thoughts by the loud footsteps of two Orcs coming in, staring expectedly at him. He shook himself; no one could know his weakness.
"What are the orders from Mordor my Lord?" asked the uglier one, throwing him a quit inquiring but cautious look.
"We have work to do." answered Saruman thoughtfully but tersely, then got up, the Orc following him as he walked out.
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A few days later Saruman stood by an -what appeared to be- wooden examination table, in a cold and dreary room. On the examination table was a small figure, a mutilated humming bird that appeared to have a broken wing and missing foot. Saruman looked about to run out the door with fright but stood his ground next to the table, and two Orcs stood nearby giving him nervous looks, trying to control their desire to injure the bird further.
"How are you feeling Mr. Hummingbird 9235?" whimpered Saruman, chewing what there was of his nails, the Orcs exchanging odd looks.
The humming bird gave Saruman a large-puppy-dog-eyed look and Saruman melted, reaching out to pet its soft blue feathers.
"Oh, what a PRE-tee little birdee!" exclaimed Saruman in delight, remembering the days when he used to dance in the fields of flowers, feeling as if he could fly.
The bird's eyes narrowed.
Saruman's screams were heard millions of miles away.
A/N This fic explains Saruman's rather horrified look when that huge eagle helped Gandalf get away. Also, this humming bird is a ver small one. * sniff* It is special. It is precious.