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Gandalf rode with great haste. He sat upon a stunning white horse who seemed to become silver as the sun began to set; Shadowfax, lord of all horses. The white rider rode quickly, without stop nor rest for two days straight, until he reached the white hall at Minas Tirith, Aragorn's home....

It was many a year since Gandalf Stormcrow had been to Gondor. And the smell of the grasslands and surroundings brought memories back to him. Some good, some bad.

Even when the sun had faded, and the moon had risen fully, Gandalf did not grow weary, and urged on his horse, showing such keen resilience.

Eventually, he stopped Shadowfax outside the large and wondrous hall, owned by lord Aragorn and Gandalf's goal. Mithrandir dismounted, and gazed intently around. Nothing was moving and the only sound was the slight rustle of leaves, and the gentle clicking of crickets hidden in among the grass. The white rider slowly climbed up the stone steps, leaning intently upon his staff as he went. The oak front doors loomed ahead of Gandalf and when he reached them, they were opened quickly.

"Mithrandir!" Aragorn greeted him warmly.

"Lord Aragorn! How wonderful to see you!"

"Yes. You also! Come Legolas and Gimli are up also! We have been waiting for your arrival. We heard hooves. Come in!"

Aragorn led his guest to a warm room, only lit by a fire, which was surrounded by wooden chairs. Gimli lay in a chair, sleeping, and slurring words in his sleep, whilst Legolas leaned against a beam, eyes ever watchful. When he caught sight of their visitor, however, he leapt up and greeted Gandalf joyously. Gimli stirred slightly, but did not wake. "Mithrandir! You are most welcome here!"

"I thank you master Greenleaf. Men. To business. I need to talk to you, of something troublesome that is growing in my mind."

Gandalf began his long train of thought, telling them of what he sensed, and the fear he owned about Saruman returning.

"You also feel evil is arising again, and of the white wizards return?" Gimli asked, when he had awoken and Gandalf finished his thoughts. "Yes, Gimli son of Gloin. I am almost sure."

"Mithrandir, this is most strange. You know of Saruman's return, yet we have already been told. How did you discover- or at least even sense?"

"A wizard never tells, lord Aragorn. And may I ask, how did thou already know of this?" Gandalf replied.

"Word was brought to us by an Elf", Aragorn began, "Perhaps it would be best if she told you the tale, herself, as it is her own. Legolas, wake Sairwyn and bring her to us. She has been through a great ordeal and has a story worthy of hearing, Mithrandir.........."

Aragorn's voice trailed away as Legolas left the room, and headed for Sairwyn's room at the other side of the building. He walked through corridors and up staircases until he reached it. Legolas was glad of an excuse to visit Sairwyn. The door creaked open but Sairwyn did not stir. Legolas entered silently, and gazed at Sairwyn's sleeping form. She was so enchanting, yet remembering his quest he walked over to her bedside and whispered softly in her ear.

"Sairwyn, unae alastiena." Legolas sat weightlessly on the edge of her bed, and stroked her cheek. Sairwyn opened her eyes slowly.

"Legolas." She replied, smiling up at him.

"Enyae Aragorn seren mornias a tu." Legolas continued.

"Alast e mournie......." Sairwyn slid out of bed, and pulled on a fur trimmed night gown over her flowing, silk dress. They left together, and Sairwyn followed Legolas down to where Aragorn, Gandalf and Gimli awaited.

"I apologise for waking you lady, but you have a visitor."

"Not at all!" Sairwyn replied, with the ghost of a smile. "Who is my unexpected guest?"

"He is just in here," said Legolas opening the door that led to the fire lit room. "Mithrandir, this is Sairwyn."

Gandalf arose and took Sairwyn's hand. "Lady, I have heard much about you, please sit." Sairwyn obeyed.

"May I ask who you are sir?" She requested.

"Some know me as Gandalf, others as Mithrandir. Take your pick."

"Gandalf? Gandalf Grayhim? I have heard many stories and tales of you from my childhood." Gandalf smiled but decided to press on with business.

"Sairwyn, speaking of tales, these gentlemen tell me you have a one to tell me. Regarding a certain Saruman?" Sairwyn sighed and embarked upon her long tale, for the second time that day.

***

Sam was up and ready, working in his field, harvesting and cutting corn, his head filled with all Gandalf had said, when suddenly, he heard a rustling in the bushes and turned. There was no one there.

"That best not be you, Merry. Nor you, Pippin!" He grinned. He knew it was them. They played this game at least once a day. 'Lets try and scare Sam'.

Sam pretended to carry on with his work, yet really, his eyes were darting suspiciously around.......... Sam caught a flash of yellow out the corner of his eye. Merry's waistcoat! It was coming nearer. Merry was creeping up behind him! Sam slowly counted to three, and quick as a flash, turned around and struck Merry over the head with his rake.

"Ahh!" Merry fell on his back, clutching his head. Sam leaned over Merry and said, grinning, "Hello Merry!" Merry began to laugh, when suddenly someone rammed into Sam's side causing him to fall over on top of Merry.

"Hi Sam!" Said Pippin, smirking.

The three hobbits sat in a heap, and began to laugh loudly. When Sam had calmed down, he picked himself up and said; "Oh, you fools! Look what you've done to my corn!"

Pippin was next to stand up. "Sam, it's only corn! What could possibly happen? Anyway, we came to ask what Gandalf had to say for himself, the other night."

"Yeah!" Merry continued. "He wouldn't tell us anything when he came out your house."

"And I wonder why........" Sam replied sarcastically.

"Go on! You can tell us, right Sam?" Merry questioned.

"Wrong! I'm not telling no one!" Sam said, stubbornly. (A/N Gah! Double negatives, double negatives! Sorry. Hate them!)

"Come on Sam!" Pippin begged.

Sam was easily persuaded, and he repeated all Gandalf had told him a few nights ago.

"Weird!" Merry commented. "But he is coming back, yes?"

"He said so," replied Sam.

"And we are going to see Aragorn, no?" Pippin asked.

"Maybe. He only said maybe. But I hope so......... I'm missing them awfully.........."

***

Saruman sat, waiting, in a large leather chair, in the same room he had first shown Harader the spirits. He had bags under his eyes and just when he seemed to be falling into a warm doze, an orc appeared at his side.

"My lord, Harader says this; 'They are ready and in line in the third cave, come now.'"

Saruman arose from his chair. Seen as there was no light or time keeping in this hold, he asked the orc questioningly; "Is it today or tomorrow?"

"It is tomorrow, lord. The early hours."

"Very well, take me to my nephew." They left the room and climbed down a stone flight of stairs, which went deeper and deeper. Along twisting corridors and hidden doorways, from the highest peak, to the lowest dungeon............ then into a wooden shaft that took them further

Downward, until they reached the caves.

Harader greeted them excitedly. "Uncle! Look at this, look into the pit down there."

Saruman peered down from the rock edge and saw something that made an evil smile spread slowly over his face. A band of orcs were lined up there, roaring and waving torches or scythes. They were kitted hard in chainmail or chink, with helmets marked with the white hand of Saruman. They were set in rows and were slightly shorter then men, but were so much more stronger than your average working orc.

"How many, Lord?" Asked Bearshawl. "How many?"

"Only one hundred, one hundred and fifty at most, I believe Harader." Replied Saruman, "but if they are caught unawares, it will be enough!"

"Where are you sending them? and who is 'They'? Lord....."

"I shall send them to Dol Amroth, which is a bay only one hundred leagues, from the current king of Middle Earth, whom I believe is set in Minas Tirith, and it would be to far to send them to Dunharrow in Rohan, yet such an ambush it shall be!"

"Yes!" Cried Harader. "Genius!"

Saruman raised his voice to a bellow and yelled; "Raise the gate!" A horn sounded in the huge cavern, echoing and ringing off stalagmites and stalactites, whilst a large wooden gate was being opened, leading to a staircase, that led out into the night.

"Warriors!" Saruman continued, "Go! Use the burning ship and go to Dunharrow, Middle Earth. Kill all, And make sure the king is dead! That way Middle Earth will be weak! For victory and power!" A larger orc at the front roared and waved his scythe, directing the others out the cave.

Another horn sounded, and the orcs roared even more loudly. They began to stamp their iron shod feet and run out the cave, as fast as their rows would allow. Saruman turned and began to walk solemnly away, yet he was smiling wickedly. 'Their will be no hope for men! He thought, 'Valinor and Middle Earth will fall. They will be mine!"

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