Disclaimer: If I owned anything, do you think I'd be writing these?
A/N: Aw man! Anyarubi was kicked off! All well…she's going to be back on as Morwen soon, so if you like humor, look her up!
A/N: P.S. Anyarubi helped my think this one up…be afraid, but ready to crack up (hopefully) ^_^
Time: Small World
Saruman sat, gazing into his palantir (it's the crystal ball type thing), watching the woman in his dungeon. Looking closer, he saw that wretched pup on her stomach, sleeping softly.
"I hope they kill each other," he said to himself. He stood and began pacing his study. She seemed so…unnerved by his magic. It disturbed him. She was only a human woman! But from where? That's what he planned to find out. A comment she had spat at him made him self-conscious. He looked at his nails…they weren't as she had said…"funky." Whatever that meant, it didn't matter. He quickly pushed his hands onto his vast desk when an orc hobbled into the room.
"She hasn't said a word, my lord. Should we torture her now?" he asked in a low, husky voice. Saruman looked at the disgusting little filth and shook his head.
"No…I want to question her myself."
"One more thing, my lord. The Ents are migrating this way. We think they are looking for war on Isenguard."
"Get the troops ready," Saruman ordered. He didn't need this right now. Calming himself, he looked back into the palantir. She was singing a song unfamiliar to the wizard. She also seemed to be conducting with her hands…dancing, almost. Shaking his head, Saruman left his library. He had an army to organize. Just as he left, he began to hum quietly. He stopped immediately.
"Disdainful little wretch."
A/N: Hehehehe….I had to put this chapter in…I couldn't make it too funny because it would ruin everything, but it's still pretty good, don't ya' think?
A/N: Aw man! Anyarubi was kicked off! All well…she's going to be back on as Morwen soon, so if you like humor, look her up!
A/N: P.S. Anyarubi helped my think this one up…be afraid, but ready to crack up (hopefully) ^_^
Time: Small World
Saruman sat, gazing into his palantir (it's the crystal ball type thing), watching the woman in his dungeon. Looking closer, he saw that wretched pup on her stomach, sleeping softly.
"I hope they kill each other," he said to himself. He stood and began pacing his study. She seemed so…unnerved by his magic. It disturbed him. She was only a human woman! But from where? That's what he planned to find out. A comment she had spat at him made him self-conscious. He looked at his nails…they weren't as she had said…"funky." Whatever that meant, it didn't matter. He quickly pushed his hands onto his vast desk when an orc hobbled into the room.
"She hasn't said a word, my lord. Should we torture her now?" he asked in a low, husky voice. Saruman looked at the disgusting little filth and shook his head.
"No…I want to question her myself."
"One more thing, my lord. The Ents are migrating this way. We think they are looking for war on Isenguard."
"Get the troops ready," Saruman ordered. He didn't need this right now. Calming himself, he looked back into the palantir. She was singing a song unfamiliar to the wizard. She also seemed to be conducting with her hands…dancing, almost. Shaking his head, Saruman left his library. He had an army to organize. Just as he left, he began to hum quietly. He stopped immediately.
"Disdainful little wretch."
A/N: Hehehehe….I had to put this chapter in…I couldn't make it too funny because it would ruin everything, but it's still pretty good, don't ya' think?