Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to LOTR.
A/N: I left this story for a long time, but now I'm going to finish it… yes…
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Black and White
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Gandalf ventured into Fangorn Forest to find Treebeard towering over the four hobbits that were eating like usual.
"Ah, Treebeard, old friend. Good to see you again!"
"Hoom… I thought you were dead!" answered Treebeard.
"Obviously not, my friend since I'm here in the flesh talking to you," answered Gandalf.
"Bararum!" and Gandalf and Treebeard sat down to discuss matters of great need, including the issue regarding Saruman. Treebeard agreed to gather up his friends, they were going to war… against Saruman and his accursed Uruk-Hai.
Saruman turned around in his chair as soon as the door of Orthanc creaked open. There in the doorway, stood a travel-worn and pale looking… Aragorn. Aragorn headed straight for Saruman, and drew his sword, just like Boromir had.
"Hahaha! What chance does a mere ranger who claims to be the King of men have against Saruman the White, the strongest and wisest of the Istari?"
"Correction, Curunir. First of all, Mithrandir is the wisest of the Istari, and you are stripped of colour, value, and all valor. Secondly, I never said anything about becoming King. And last but not least, you will remain Saruman, return to the light, or you will engulfed by the darkness,"
"Silence! No ranger can address me in such a way,"
"As you wish, err… Saruman,"
"You fool, Aragorn! You are no match for Saruman the White. You will perish. I've already killed one of you men from the west, and I can kill one more of you,"
"For once you must admit that you are wrong, Saruman. You cannot kill me because I am not alive. I have died many moons ago by the hand of your very own disciple, once my comrade, Boromir of Gondor, and brought back as a memory through elven-magic. Pictures don't last, but memories are forever,"
At that moment, Gandalf stormed into Orthanc. He looked around and studied the sight before his eyes.
"Ah, Aragorn! It's good to see you back in one piece. I was afraid Boromir had mashed you up into little pieces in his madness. Apparently my guess was not very accurate," Aragorn turned around to find out who the owner of that voice was.
"Gandalf! It cannot be… You fell, but somehow you came back!"
"Yes my friend, I am back after falling through fire and water, and smiting my enemy upon his ruin. I'm back,"
"Enough of this rejoicing already! Cut the dramatics will you? The fate of Middle Earth is about to be decided by the actions of you both," snorted Saruman, already growing sick of the drama before his eyes.
"Alright then."
"Silence, fools!" Aragorn and Gandalf were laughing their heads off, and the three commenced their long battle. And since the reward of doing the right thing is doing the right thing itself, Aragorn and Gandalf were victorious. They broke Saruman's staff, and locked him in Orthanc to make sure he would do no more harm. Saruman on the loose was more harm than good. Afterward they bade Treebeard keep watch over the tower, and ventured further into the forest to find the hobbits again. Treebeard and his friends had done a good job in vanquishing Isengard of the evil Uruk-Hai. The only trace of them that had been left behind was their dead bodies frying in the sun.
