Author's Note; Just a little note to anyone who is reading this story, although I have read the Lord of the Rings Books and seen the movies about ummm… a bizillion times (yes I have too much free time!), I am not going to follow the story to the letter- so please don't kill me if I take a few liberties with the story…ok, maybe A LOT of liberties! Enjoy!
Chapter One- The Wrath of Saruman
A black horde of cackling birds surrounded a tall thin man as he stood on the top of the tower of Isengard and surveyed the lands around him being reduced to blackness. He sneered cruelly as he heard the moans of the trees as their roots were ripped from the ground. But as he listened to the winged messengers around him the sneer slowly faded from his gaunt face.
"The hobbit still bears the ring, but is accompanied by who…?" a rather large bird landed on his staff and crowed loudly at Saruman the white. "Two men…" he repeated. His sharp mind flashed quickly and he spoke aloud to himself, his melodious voice dripping with sarcasm "That would have to be the great Lord Aragorn and…. someone from Gondor….a warrior of some kind," the bird on his staff squawked "he carries and horn and a shield? It must be the Lord Boromir, son of the steward of Gondor. Hmmm…they might pose a problem…who else?" The large bird flapped its wings and crowed again. "An elf and a dwarf..? Well I'm sure I can get rid of them if they don't kill each other first!" he laughed harshly. "And there are three more hobbits?" he laughed again "they'll probably die of hunger by the next sunrise…But you said there was nine in the fellowship….who is the ninth?" the bird shifted it's weight nervously and choked out another harsh cackle. Saruman's eyes flashed and his normally placid face twisted into a scowl. "Gandalf…I should have know the hobbit lover would do anything to help those pesky little vermin!" His face suddenly relaxed into a chilling smile. "It is of no concern. The fool can do nothing against my power. Who is Gandalf the Grey to challenge Saruman the White! He will be eliminated along with the others…leaving that poor little halfling all by himself- alone and exposed- powerless against me. The ring is as good as mine!" With that he hit the bird off of his staff, killing it instantly as it stuck one of the tall stone pillars that crowned the head of Orthanc. Saruman paid no attention to the death of such a trivial creature and began to chant, slowly at first and then faster and faster, his tone cold and frightening. The very earth quivered under him, the bitter majesty of his voice calling out the evil incantations only a very powerful wizard would know and be strong enough to use. The orcs below stopped what they were doing and looked up in fear at their master. If they had a heart they might feel sorry for the poor souls who had sparked the wrath of Saruman.
Ok, well that's the first chapter, soon to be followed by a (hopefully) better chapter! Please review….but just remember that this is my first crack at this fan fiction thing, so go easy on me! I will appreciate any suggestions you guys have but try not to rip me to shreds!