Ok, this is my first fanfic, so if it turns out screwy, then that is my
problem. If you could give me any suggestions, that would be just great,
since I think I am going nowhere.
I am writing about the other two Istari, and so this is a series, so don't
think that my story ends right here!
Part One: Starting Out
Alatar, Pallando, and Saruman were packing for their journey.
"Let's see," said Alatar, "I need some lembas, and probably some coimas, just to keep me alive!" He laughed at his own joke. Pallando just sighed, and kept on packing.
Saruman smiled smugly. "Well, while you two are packing your blue robes, I'll just stand here and watch you, for I have already done my packing, and I am wearing my own white robes."
Alatar and Pallando exchanged looks. Saruman was always bragging about his higher status among the Istari. That or the fact that he was in favor with his master, Lord Aulë. They continued packing, and whispered amongst each other.
"I think Saruman's finally lost it," whispered Alatar.
"No kidding."
Out of the two Blue Istari, Pallando was the quieter one, and he didn't speak half as much as his counterpart, Alatar. But Pallando was much, much smarter, and he used that asset to his advantage.
"Quick, you lazy sajorte!" shouted Saruman, "We are leaving for the East tomorrow. You know what Lord Manwë said to you. We are to find out what is brewing in the dark lands, for it has been only a few years since Morgoth left, and trouble is already stirring up."
Pallando sighed, and continued rolling up more robes.
"Enough with the robes! You already have packed four! That is much more than enough!" Saruman barked out orders, and the two Blue Istari grudgedly carried them out. Alatar rolled his eyes as he removed the three robes that he had already packed, and put them aside.
"Good," said Saruman, "When we leave tomorrow, we shall all have light packs, and we will not be as burdened as we once were." His eyes drifted to the pile of robes by Alatar's bag. His upper lip curled a bit, and Pallando saw his eyes gleam with disrespect. Alatar cringed, and picked his bag. Pallando did the same, and the two Blue Istari left the packing camp. Saruman looked on, and whispered under his breath, "Foolish fools." Then, he too left, with his staff in one hand, and a fistful of blue robes in the other.
Part One: Starting Out
Alatar, Pallando, and Saruman were packing for their journey.
"Let's see," said Alatar, "I need some lembas, and probably some coimas, just to keep me alive!" He laughed at his own joke. Pallando just sighed, and kept on packing.
Saruman smiled smugly. "Well, while you two are packing your blue robes, I'll just stand here and watch you, for I have already done my packing, and I am wearing my own white robes."
Alatar and Pallando exchanged looks. Saruman was always bragging about his higher status among the Istari. That or the fact that he was in favor with his master, Lord Aulë. They continued packing, and whispered amongst each other.
"I think Saruman's finally lost it," whispered Alatar.
"No kidding."
Out of the two Blue Istari, Pallando was the quieter one, and he didn't speak half as much as his counterpart, Alatar. But Pallando was much, much smarter, and he used that asset to his advantage.
"Quick, you lazy sajorte!" shouted Saruman, "We are leaving for the East tomorrow. You know what Lord Manwë said to you. We are to find out what is brewing in the dark lands, for it has been only a few years since Morgoth left, and trouble is already stirring up."
Pallando sighed, and continued rolling up more robes.
"Enough with the robes! You already have packed four! That is much more than enough!" Saruman barked out orders, and the two Blue Istari grudgedly carried them out. Alatar rolled his eyes as he removed the three robes that he had already packed, and put them aside.
"Good," said Saruman, "When we leave tomorrow, we shall all have light packs, and we will not be as burdened as we once were." His eyes drifted to the pile of robes by Alatar's bag. His upper lip curled a bit, and Pallando saw his eyes gleam with disrespect. Alatar cringed, and picked his bag. Pallando did the same, and the two Blue Istari left the packing camp. Saruman looked on, and whispered under his breath, "Foolish fools." Then, he too left, with his staff in one hand, and a fistful of blue robes in the other.