Saruman the White stared out his tower window, as if waiting for something. He rolled his eyes in a bored way, and began to walk away from the window. But suddenly, a black blur shot across the gravel road below, and out of Saruman's sight. He smiled and knew that his servant had come back to him. He walked towards the door, and down to the main entrance.
I was standing before him, cloaked entirely in black, with a scarf covering my face except the eyes. I bowed low before Saruman, and he walked towards my black horse. I revealed a small knapsack, and pulled out a sack of coins and jewelry.
"Perfect." Saruman cooed to me, as if he cared. "It didn't take long my lord." I began. "All it took was an arrow and a slit throat." "That's all it should take." Saruman carefully pulled the scarf away from my face, and let the hood down. My long hair fell to my shoulders, and was as black as a starless night. My dark green eyes wandered around Isengard, and then met Saruman's eyes once again.
"Come inside with me, dear Maiavel. We have some things to discuss." I bowed to Saruman once again, and followed him inside the Isengard tower. After minutes of climbing winding steps, we came into Saruman's throne room. The wizard walked towards his large throne, and set himself upon it, leaving me waiting at the door.
Saruman motioned me to come towards him. I bowed low before his throne, and then stood back waiting for him to speak. Saruman cleared his throat, thoughtfully stroked his beard, and spoke slowly. "I have a new victim for you." Saruman said darkly. My eyes widened as I waited to hear the news.
Saruman shifted in his throne, and ran his finger through his hair. "Four hobbits have set out from the Shire. One of them carries something of great value and desire to me. You must find the four hobbits, and befriend them." I shot a doubtful glance at Saruman. He knew I didn't befriend anyone.
"But not for long." Saruman added after he saw my disgusted look. "Once you've built a trust with them, kill three of them, and bring the one called Baggins to me." I smirked and bowed low. "Yes my lord." "It will not be an easy task." Saruman began. "Halflings are very interesting creatures, and sometimes very suspicious. You must be careful not to uncover your truth."
I bowed once again. "Yes my lord. When shall I begin?" "After the sun has set." Saruman said, and stood from his throne. "You need to begin packing your food and weapons." I nodded my head, and walked towards the massive grey doors.
I climbed winding stairs to the top of the tower to my cold dark room. I sighed heavily and began to put some food and water in a knapsack. I also grabbed some more arrows, and put them in the quiver. Walking towards the window, I decided to open the black drapes. I pushed back the curtain, and squinted as the sun blinded my delicate eyes.
Quickly closing the curtains again, I grabbed my things and ran down the stairs leading outside. Saruman was standing next to my black horse waiting to bid me farewell and good luck. I slowly bowed to him and thanked him. I mounted my horse and gave it a forceful nudge.
Immediately, my hose sped into the direction of the village Bree. I was to meet these so-called Hobbits and become their friend. And to tell you the truth, I was not happy about it. I looked back behind me, and saw the small white figure of Saruman still watching me. I quickly turned back around to watch where I was leading my horse, and nearly ran directly into a tree. I comforted my horse back to normal after the spook and resumed my travel.
Night fell upon my arrival at Bree. The rain was beating down hard, and my black cloak was soaked. The tips of my bangs were dripping with water, but my mind was focused on entering the small village. I dismounted my horse, and held onto the reigns tightly. I pounded on the door hard, and suddenly drew back.
A slot from the door slid open and a pair of old squinted eyes were gazing back at me. "Who goes there?" The old man asked. "My name is Maiavel, and I wish to stay at an inn." It wasn't the best answer, but the doorman opened the wooden door anyway.
He swung a lantern towards me to see my face, but was intercepted by my cloak and scarf. He gave a gruff hum and squinted his eyes again. "What business brings you to Bree?" I sighed, and repeated my previous answer. "I wish to stay at an inn. Will you lead me to one?"
"Well, you could stay at the Prancing Pony, just over to your left if you like. It's the closest from here if you wish to escape all this rain." I leaned forward and looked left. Looking past the rain, I saw a swinging sign that read "The Prancing Pony". I grabbed my horse's reigns and began walking towards the inn.