Running From the Colors
I gaze back at the looming black tower that is Isengard. My vision is fouled up with tears and my head is spinning. The King of the Eagles has saved me from my prison upon my request, but, deep down, I almost didn't want to leave. My heart cries out to the One of Many Colors, the one who betrayed the council. The one who betrayed me.
Up, down, up, down. The steady beat of the Eagle's wings carry me far and fast so that Isengard is no longer within my sight. Saruman had chosen life as an outcast, as a traitor. He chose evil over light, colors over white. He chose Sauron over me.
I place my head in one of my hands and I can feel my skin become damp. I almost wish I didn't feel the way that I do about him. It would be so much easier if our pasts had never crossed. I was off to Hobbiton to visit dear Bilbo and he was...just wandering, all alone.
Always alone, he said. He wasn't sure if he cared or not; he didn't know. So I stayed with him and we became friends. No. More than friends, so much more. I remember the very first time I felt his strong hands against my back and his soft, hot lips pressing hungrily against mine. He needed me then. And by the evil of Sauron! I needed, no, I NEED him to.
Sauron. I cry out in frustration thinking about him. He corrupted Saruman's mind and heart. The one that I loved so many years ago is now lost. And all because of a ring.
From my place on the giant eagle's back, I raise my head and looked out over the land and the rest of the sky that we passed. I wiped the tears from my eyes and I vowed that I, Gandalf Stormcrow, would see the end of the ring and its maker Sauron. Even if I had to die, I would see him pay for toying with Saruman.
He will pay.
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A/N: Okay, okay, so I know most people (actually, me included) really don't want to think about Gandalf and Saruman getting down and dirty, but I can still see them together at one point or another. Come on! I wrote this in math class; I was in a weird mood. And don't rag on me for not paying attention in class either. For one thing, I already knew how to do what we were learning anyway and it's not like I'm ever going to need to know how to graph Quadratic Functions in my life. Oh yeah, PLEASE no flames on this nice, short ass story. As I said: Math Class = really weird.
I gaze back at the looming black tower that is Isengard. My vision is fouled up with tears and my head is spinning. The King of the Eagles has saved me from my prison upon my request, but, deep down, I almost didn't want to leave. My heart cries out to the One of Many Colors, the one who betrayed the council. The one who betrayed me.
Up, down, up, down. The steady beat of the Eagle's wings carry me far and fast so that Isengard is no longer within my sight. Saruman had chosen life as an outcast, as a traitor. He chose evil over light, colors over white. He chose Sauron over me.
I place my head in one of my hands and I can feel my skin become damp. I almost wish I didn't feel the way that I do about him. It would be so much easier if our pasts had never crossed. I was off to Hobbiton to visit dear Bilbo and he was...just wandering, all alone.
Always alone, he said. He wasn't sure if he cared or not; he didn't know. So I stayed with him and we became friends. No. More than friends, so much more. I remember the very first time I felt his strong hands against my back and his soft, hot lips pressing hungrily against mine. He needed me then. And by the evil of Sauron! I needed, no, I NEED him to.
Sauron. I cry out in frustration thinking about him. He corrupted Saruman's mind and heart. The one that I loved so many years ago is now lost. And all because of a ring.
From my place on the giant eagle's back, I raise my head and looked out over the land and the rest of the sky that we passed. I wiped the tears from my eyes and I vowed that I, Gandalf Stormcrow, would see the end of the ring and its maker Sauron. Even if I had to die, I would see him pay for toying with Saruman.
He will pay.
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A/N: Okay, okay, so I know most people (actually, me included) really don't want to think about Gandalf and Saruman getting down and dirty, but I can still see them together at one point or another. Come on! I wrote this in math class; I was in a weird mood. And don't rag on me for not paying attention in class either. For one thing, I already knew how to do what we were learning anyway and it's not like I'm ever going to need to know how to graph Quadratic Functions in my life. Oh yeah, PLEASE no flames on this nice, short ass story. As I said: Math Class = really weird.