Chapter Three

The Old Voice of Saruman

Glurin arrives at Aglarond and heads through the old fortress of Helms Deep, greeting many Dwarven and Rohirrim on his way through. After a short walk, he is in front of 'The Steward of the Glittering Caves'. The steward bows and then Glurin bows back at him, showing respect.

'My Lord, I am sorry for cutting short your time with the King' the steward apologizes

'Gorin, my old friend, fret not' Glurin and Gorin walk through the halls of Aglarond 'I must say though, you are looking older than my last visit'

Gorin hesitates for a second 'O... Older, what do you mean?'

Glurin stops Gorin and stands in front of him. 'Your hair, its grey, and your eyes show more age than it really is, at least over three ages old.'

Gorin pushes Glurin onto the ground and holds his axe to Glurins neck, as he does so, the other dwarves all hold out their axes and slowly walk towards Gorin who speaks with a different voice 'Nobody move, or your precious Lord finds his head separated from his body'. The other dwarves back away and Gorin looks into Glurins eyes. 'Glurin, I am not this Gorin that you think I am'

'Then who is cowardly enough to hide behind the form of another?'

Gorin bends down and whispers in Glurins ear 'Call me Sharkey.' Gorin then drops his axe and helps Glurin to his feet 'Stand, ex lord of Aglarond'

Glurin stands up and looks at Gorin 'Sharkey, you say? That is not a name; it is nothing but a false name. A way to hide yourself from enemies of old, but think 'Sharkey', nobody here is your enemies of old. So speak, what is your real name'

'You wish to know my real name? I have many names; the elves knew me as CurunĂ­r, yet men knew me as Saruman'

'Saruman?!' Glurin stood back shocked 'As is, Saruman the White? I thought you died'

'We Maia do not simply die. I have been in wait since the third age, slowly building up power like The Dark Lord before me, but now I am ready to strike again, and I know the perfect people to help me. The remaining Orcs in Middle-Earth, known as Sauron's Finger. They will strike from the west and all will be as it should!' Gorin falls to the ground and a white spirit leaves his body, and quickly leaves Aglarond. Glurin quickly moves to Gorin and takes him to his bed in the steward's quarters.

Glurin points at another dwarf 'Look after him, don't take him out of your sight. I ride for Edoras; I must inform the king and Aralas. Hopefully he shall still be there.'

Glurin then quickly leaves the old fortress of Helms Deep without a look back, he quickly mounts his horse and heads for the Capital City - Edoras, to speak with King Eodras.