Disclaimer: All the characters in this story are Tolkien's, except the girl...She's all my idea.
The girl looked around her. She was surrounded by what appeared to be three old men, dressed in long robes and wearing tall hats upon their heads; but these were not men, but the Istari, the wizards. They were in council, a serious one, it seemed, and they seemed to be talking about her.
"She is not like the others," said the one in brown. "There is something different about her."
"She is dangerous," a wizard clad in white proclaimed. "We must not let the Men find her."
"Different does not necessarily mean 'dangerous,' Saruman," the grey wizard argued. "She is just a girl."
"She is a sorcerer," the white wizard said. "You must see this, at the least. She cannot be allowed to live among the Men. They would use her to do great evil."
"But with proper care, she could very well become something great."
"Where would you have her go?" said the brown. "To the Elves?"
"Precisely, Radagast. We shall take her to Lothlorien, where she can do no evil."
"And what would the Elves want with this...Creature?"
"That is not our concern. Perhaps they can bring her up to be righteous, something I would not trust a Man to do."
"Perhaps we should not be so quick to trust *you*, Saruman," the grey wizard said quietly.