I don't own LOTR. Grr.
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Orthanc
The Wise left the chamber, each in deep thought. One, an old man clad in storm grey robes, seemed particularly troubled. Catching the eye of a golden-haired elf, he motioned for her to follow him. He led her to one of the smallest gardens, where none would overhear.
"What troubles you, Mithrandir?" the elf asked, "it is not the reappeareance of the Nazgul-I can see it in your eyes."
Mithrandir sighed. "Most true, Lady Galadriel," he replied, "it is not the Nazgul who trouble me now…it is the feather. I have examined Curunir's palantir-something in it stirs, as if it awaits something. I do not know what, and that is what needles me so. Were we wrong to split the feather?"
Galadriel was silent for a moment, as she collected her thoughts. Finally, she spoke. "I too have felt the stirrings-my mirror has shown me strange sights of late. They are not of Middle-Earth, nor Valinor. I cannot guess at the intent behind them. It is too late to correct this error. The other palantiri with a feather shard embedded within it is in the possession of dark forces-they will have felt it call as well. Now, we may only bide our time and wait," she said with a sigh.
Mithrandir nodded his agreement, and the two slowly walked back to their quarters. As they did so, he softly voiced a thought.
"I wonder what the Witch would say?"
He got a very undignifying snort from his companion as an answer.