The greatest of his kin
He was an aged man, bent slightly as though the weight of years past was a wearisome burden upon his shoulders. Once swathed in a great cloak of immaculate white, I was told, he dressed now as a beggar, and yet exuding a sense of majesty far beyond its crafting.
Long was his face, with a high forehead; of a dirty white his hair and beard. But his eyes startled me: deep darkling eyes, hard to fathom, shining with a faint light of their own. Once the greatest of his kin, he was swept away by his own madness.
(Saruman in Frodo's eyes)
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