I remember you, Curumo, from the days when we both served Aulë. You have no idea how well you have furthered my plans over the Age. Your constant insistence that I could not be the Necromancer kept my brother far enough away he could not recognize me until I was ready for the world to know I had returned. I must thank you for that.
I know you, Saruman, and I know you plan to keep my Ring for yourself. You will fail. You may be able to convince my Wraiths of your sincerity, but your heart and mind are open to me every time you use the Palantír. I see your plans, and they either play into mine or shall not succeed. Do not think you can win against me playing my own game.
You have grown proud, Curunír. And it shall be your downfall.
As it was mine.