"Saruman." Sauron's haunting whisper echoed throughout the tower.

"!" Saruman looked up suddenly to the sound of his master's voice.

"I have…..little power left. You must summon me." he said again.

"But Sauron, my lord, how can I? There is no spe-"

"There is one spell."

"If there is, I do not know it."

"Go to the southern lands of Arctas. There you will find a seal, used by the ancients of that land to ban me. Release that seal and bring me the Sereg Yanta. (blood bridge) With its force, I can return with more power than ever before."

"Yes, my lord."

The last anyone saw of Saruman that day, were the Ents fleeing from Isengard followed by a small army of orcs surrounding the White Wizard himself.

Not far to the north, in Rivendell, what was left of the fellowship met with Elrond.

"Ada, " said Arwen, "something troubles you. Tell me."

"Hmm…." Elrond grunted sternly.

"Elrond, is something amiss?" Aragorn asked.

"I do fear something is amiss, " Elrond answered finally, "the White Wizard is moving. He has rid Isengard of the Ents. It is no longer an owned land. Saruman heads to the Southlands as we speak."

"What does this mean!" Gimli interrupted.

"It means Sauron is alive!" said a voice from behind them.

They all turned to see Legolas standing firmly in front of an eagle. He turned to it, "Hannon le." And it took off.

The elf's black cloak flowed gracefully behind him and he strode forward.

"Sauron goes to the southern plain of Arctas," he continued, "for what reason, I do not know."

"Then you must go and stop him." said Elrond , "Go far to the south, past Gondor, and I presume the inhabitants of that land will guide you to Arctas. And no doubt they will have seen the White Wizard."

And with that, they were off. They group of Aragorn, Gandalf, Legolas, and Gimli were off again with the goal and hope of saving Middle-earth.