The prancing pony was always quite an interesting place and quite a different place to meet your brother whom you hadn't seen in such a long time. However, if you fancy an ale or you fancy some grass you will find it all at the prancing pony. Sarumon had arrived while Gandalf was at a table in the corner of the room waiting until he spotted his old familiar. As soon as Sarumon entered the room drew quiet and everyone seemed to be fixated on the new wizard who had never been around the prancing pony before. Sarumon took a couple steps before Gandalf shouted come over to me brother, and everything was back to normal as if nothing had just happened. Gandalf had a grin that was long overdue for Sarumon eyes. He looked at him as if he were a different person, but he still saw his brother inside of this older wizard. All he could think of was the two brothers parting away when they reached that time in life, but Gandalf handed Sarumon a drink and asked the ole bastard to catch up with him. Sarumon grabbed the tall ale and just like that the two wizardly brothers were back to having fun with one another.
Sarumon asked Gandalf all about what he had been doing and studying and Gandalf kept replying with the words nature and tranquility. He explained how he constantly saw fighting when unity was trying to be attained among groups, but when separate groups were left separate everything was peaceful. Gandalf had always seemed wiser and Sarumon did not want to give details about the conquest he had been on as of late so he kept the conversation on his brother. He noticed that he picked up smoking a pipe and a strange grass or herb that he always had around him. He questioned Gandalf about his time among the Ents and how they had been toward him. However, Gandalf grew tired of talking about himself and before too long he began asking questions about what Sarumon had been up to. Sarumon believed he would never be able to explain to his brother that he had been creating a kingdom in hope that he could unify all of middle earth. So he told Gandalf that he would not tell him what he had been up to, but he would more than likely show him. Gandalf accepted with a puzzled look on his face.
Over the next couple days of horseback riding and adventuring the two wizards were coming up on Mordor. Gandalf had known that Sarumon had went to study amount the orcs, but he had not the slightest clue to what extent he had been studying them. As they drew closer to Mordor Gandalf heard loud war drums as if they had been waiting for the wizards. Gandalf looked around worried as the sound grew louder and louder. Sarumon looked at him and yelled smile brother isn't this a glorious sound. Unity, power, strength, and obedience. Sarumon began to sound like a madman as he continually smiled as the drums got faster and closer. The two wizards approached a hill and this hill was shaking from the boisterous vibrato of the drums. Gandalf also heard unified chanting, but this was not normal chanting. It sounded to him as if the heavens were splitting and a massive bloodthirsty army was ready to charge on command in the direction of Gandalf. The wizards finally eclipsed the hill and what he was seeing made his lips quiver and his hands shake.
A massive army of 500 wide and 5000 soldiers deep. Sarumon looked at his brother and said with confidence, this is what I have achieved my brother power through unity and unity through obedience. Gandalf had no words to say, he was petrified by the size and amount of armor and physicality of these beings. The new Uruk-hai he had also taken note of. Gandalf was worried now, for it seemed as if his brother wanted to unify the entire middle earth through war.