Chapter 7 A Brothers fall
Where was Gandalf? That was a question that became preeminent of my mind. I knew that he was going to see Saruman and though I had tried and tried to let him know not to trust him he did not listen. What was there to fear from him Saruman was his Brother? The memories of Gandalf should have prepared him. Long ago Sauron was a Maiar just like Gandalf and Saruman and he fell to the whiles of Melkor. Gandalf was there he should remember. When we, my brothers and sisters and I realized that Saurons part of the song was very black we chose a few of the Lesser Valar those that we call Maiar to come to Middle Earth and help. To be is a force to help keep Sauron from getting too great. We called this band of Brothers the Istari. Thousands of years ago they had come, arriving on ships from over the sea. The people in Middle Earth called them Wizards. Such a silly name for so great a people. Gandalf was always the one that I was drawn to. We had many a long talk about things that grow and the beauty that was found in the world. I had great faith in him when he was chosen, but I knew that I would miss our talks. I also knew that it would be hard on him, for his power would be greatly limited. All he would be able to do would be to guide and use the lesser abilities. There were others that were sent to help but this story is only about two of them, Saruman and Gandalf.
Long ago Saruman the White had been called to be the head of the council and Galadriel did not like the fact that he would be the so. I think that even then, she of all the rest sensed that something was not quite right with him. Unbeknownst to Gandalf and the others, Saruman had found a Palantir. Oh but I get ahead of myself.
Gandalf was riding straight into danger and I did try to stop him. When he arrived Saruman was waiting for him. I was whispering, "don't tell him" but Gandalf did not hear. Gandalf told him that he had found the ring and who had it in his keeping. This was the one thing that Saruman had desired to know for all the long ages since it was lost. He was always searching for it, but until this day it had eluded him. Inside I could feel his heart soar with glee and I could hear his thoughts. The one ring will be mine the one ring will be mine. I am wise but only Eru knows all ends, and until that moment I had not realized where the heart of Saruman truly lay. He told Gandalf many things. That he knew that Sauron was creating a vast army. Gandalf asked him how he knew. Saruman said he had ways and took him to see the Palantir. The Palantir themselves were not evil they were just a way to see in other places. A feeling of dread opened in Gandalf's heart and suddenly he paid head to the warnings that I have given him. He took the cover from Saruman's hand saying that "All the Lost seeing stones have not been accounted for and we do not know who may be watching" and when he placed the cover back on the stone his hand grazed it slightly and he got a flash of Saurons eye. Then he knew, he knew that His Brother had been conversing with Sauron and the thought filled him with dread. Then when Saruman told him that the nine riders were about looking for the one that carried the ring, that they would find the ring and they would kill the one that carried it. It was then that he felt true fear. Fear for Frodo filled his heart. He loved Frodo and he had set him on a journey with the ringwraiths right behind him. He turned swiftly muttering "Frodo" wanting desperately to get to him. When the doors closed in front of him he turned to the next door and again it closed and so it was until all the doors in the chamber were closed up tight. Saruman then said something that Gandalf could not believe had actually come out of his lips. He told Gandalf that no one could resist the Will of Sauron. No one? was that not why the two of them had been sent to Middle earth. Did he not remember that they were Maiar and could contend with that creature of pure evil? Saruman had abandoned reason for madness and he said so to Saruman. Anger pored out of every fiber of Saruman's being and he attacked Gandalf and Gandalf flew through the air pinned to the wall. The battle was terrible and the more so because these two were brothers in creation. Finally Saruman took Gandalf's staff, the staffs were not the source of their power, but they were the focus to it. Saruman bore down on the downed Istari and sent him spinning round and round, building up momentum and sent him spinning to the top of the tower.
I was so angry that one of our kind could do such a thing. I wanted to take Saruman and shake him and yell at him. How could he do this? When I felt a hand on my shoulder and I turned and looked and there was Varda "It is alright my sister. You knew that it could happen, that they would be tempted by the power. Olorion will be all right for now. Trust in Eru" I stood up and embraced her and started to cry. " But why Varda, Why he was so bright and so beautiful and now there is only one to aid these children in their time of need" My sister stroked my hair and Said "Shuuuussh it is alright the light will win, have faith, my sister have faith"
My brother was stuck at the top of Orthanc and there was not a way for him to get down. He was subject to the elements and for a brief instant he felt despair. He felt it when he saw what was being bred in the caverns below for he had not lost his vision and he felt it when he saw my beautiful trees being torn down to their death. But he could hear off in the distance the rumblings of the tree shepherds and he knew that soon very soon, if it could just be awoken, that there could be a force that could shake the very foundations of Isengard. And he sat and he waited. Not one bird or beast was close to Isengard so I sent a moth. A Very small creature a moth is, but they could be very useful if one had the wit to use them. I sent that moth straight for Gandalf. And I smiled. He caught the moth and impressed it with to his will and sent it to find the Wind lord.